Not-A-One's Son

I'm the son of Not-A-One,
The heir of Nothing-There
Ascended to my throne one day,
And Not-A-Soul did care.

'Cause I'm the son of Not-A-One,
The boy without a name.
Despite the fact I don't exist,
Yet all must play my game.

If I cut myself and bled
Onto the page and turned it red
Who would heed then what was said:
These vacant words that no one read.

Clown

They called him, "Fool: a stupid clown,"

And no one thought his words profound.

Until they dug him six feet down,

Then dubbed him, "Sage: a man renowned."

Some locales ye should not go:
A destination far too low.
And places that should not be tread,
So caution when we make the bed.

Self-incarceration

A prison there, without a lock.

Electric chair, without a shock.

A pris'ner, warden: one in same--

A self-incarceration vein.

Maligned

To be complicit in your crimes,
And dig my grave right next to thine.
Oh what a duo we would be:
Maligned for all eternity.

Ignorance

Don't come here pleading innocent;
I simply will not hear of it.
Ignored, perhaps, that may be so,
But you can't say you didn't know.