At some point men must bow to fate
To swallow choices good or bad
No turning back the hands of time
To should or could or would have had
At some point men must eat old crow
To cross their hearts and hope to die
No second bites more curative
To revel in rich humble pie
At some point men must take the fall
To raise the white flag blamelessly
No saving graces but for one
To age and wizen shamelessly
Death is an end to waking
Nicely in the morning light
Closing out all cognizance
Clinging to the last good night
Death is a halt to dreaming
Sweetly in the starry dark
Wiping out all memory
Fading in the final spark
Death is a stop to living
Finely in the daily sun
Blotting out all turning points
Adding up to one and done
Gods are not real
Gods are a yarn
Made up by oafs
Born in a barn
All gods are forged
All gods are mock
Followed by fools
Dumb as a rock
All gods are false
All gods are fake
Cooked up by clowns
Long on the make
Gods are not real
Gods are man-made
Worshiped by dolts
Expertly played
Life 'tis a trek, our one-way journey
came to the womb, left on a gurney,
life's an adventure, so they're sayin'
look at them, their answer's prayin'
Life's unknown, folding unplanned
formation dunes in hourglass sand
I've always been sad, I forever felt blue
no longer denying I know it's my truth,
receiving bad karma or tortured artist?
oh hell, I've become a short bucket list!
The human being is a monstrous thing
Pettily ironbound and out to lunch
Braindead to truth and scientific fact
A stimulus and response one-two punch
The human mind is a defective thing
Thick and metamorphically waning
Prone to the faux pas of half-baked thinking
The plight of all scientists in training
Mr. Spock knows, Western culture's the joke!
Who's hot who's not, who's high 'pon a coke?
Spock understands all fads turn on the dime,
that entertained masses are evolving behind
In glee and with joy our mob misses the fact!
'Tis naught but trivia neath one's gratify hat?
All Science Officers know our jerkwater fluff,
and train up once, no more nonsensical stuff
Tit for tat, please leapfrogs leap
one floats frolic, one dives deep
happy cop, sad cop, all so same
Bard twins play a poetry game!
Pain in life is universal
Suffering par for the course
Loneliness comes with the turf
Companionship its counterforce
Slings and arrows all-embracing
Mournfulness across-the-board
Lonesomeness part of the deal
All stings fair square upon the sword
Oh, I want to feel glorious, be as worthy and admired
yet my ambience 'tis unrenowned, pitiful and retired
I long for splendorous beauty, to be qualities sublime
but everything's resembling, pure dishonor in my lie
I hope to be exalted, remembered hero to one and all
yet my history disgraceful, has me too late to un-fall
Thank-you all for being here today!
as I know Marshall's not in heaven,
and he's not looking down upon us,
yes, he's just before ever being born
as nothing in our fading memories!
