If I had it to do over again
which I don't, can't and won't
But if I'm going to fantasy land
stepping into that haze filled room
I'm anti establishment, anti culture
anti tradition and anti government
Yeah, I'm music, art, theatre
and President of the Chess Club
This is the brain of fatheaded Neanderthal
stupefied, bewildered, overwhelmed and ignorant
this is the brain of foolish and foolhardy Homines sapeintes
not understanding our world and her dangerous offerings
this is the brain fearful of volcanos, tornados and floods
earthquakes, lightening, hurricanes and tsunamis
This is the brain making up answers to Earthly life
inventing myths and gods as the how's, whys and reasons
this is the brain before science, ahead of evidence and data
attempting to explain the realities of planetary existence
this is the brain of fake, unreal, Homo-sapient religion
pre-science, pre-facts, pre-proof, fictional faith
Dead end of disagreement, disappointment lightening quick
feeling hungry, tired, and broken, dreaming of a fight to pick
Gloomy, grumpy, and forlorn, all hope ebbing from my reach
I've nothing left to learn and there's no one I'd want to teach
I'm an old, sick dog, the Grim Reaper is my master
I'm leashed and heeled, very close now to disaster
I'm collared and tagged, ne'er fetching ball-o-bliss
here led to the cliffside, get a glimpse of my abyss!
I'm almost done
compulsively lying, subconsciously crying, absolutely dying
did the best I could
boldly cheating, emotionally overheating, delusionally bleating
Trampled by fate
terribly heartbreaking, totally painstaking, barely partaking
devoid of good vision
unabashedly grifting, manically shifting, aimlessly drifting
I'm still here, not gone yet
occasionally spurting, joyfully bursting
energetically inspiring, positively interacting
I'm still not whole, will always be broken
hopefully exhibiting, soberly communicating
personally striving, kindheartedly trying
We're Homines sapientes
'tis what we are you fools
now burn your Bible's fiction
and go back to science school
We're Homines sapientes
that's a fact no matter what
here drop your faith in God myth
and get on the science truck
We're Homines sapientes
meaning you and I plus we
put down your Christian dogma
and join Earth's science spree
What's inside a Homo-sapiens mind
'tis just as important and true
as what's inside an ant's mind
or a chimp's head, or a whale's brain
All the truth within the Universe
lies outside every Earthly mind
except for the reality of science
living inside Homines sapientes heads
There shall be no bitter end, for the fool 'tis now my friend, manifesting well again
that's life
I've exchanged salt for sweet, stupid idiot hath been beat, me myself the one to greet
that's life
Of course I'm talking about me, as the only twin to be, repairing goods in family trees
that's life
I got bitten by a bug, now I need a loving hug, saying with resigning shrug
that's life
My end's written on a wall, yet still I'm standing tall, staying grateful for it all
that's life
There's one thing I can tell, 'tis remembering me too well, tolling glorifying bell
that's life
It's just you and me here
My ever-loving bro
Rhymes for our eyes only
The last that we will know
It's just the way things are
My true-blue first-line chum
Runes for our eyes only
Last beatings of the drum
It's just you and me now
My everlasting friend
Poems for our eyes only
Right to the bitter end
