It doesn't at all matter who you are in this world,
because you'll just end up another rich soil's dirt
whether good or bads, in glad happiness nor sad
that's just how all the science of it actually work
It doesn't really matter who you were 'pon earth,
although I hope you were a kind and loving sort
still nothing of it reads as important here at end
and I'll share this with you in the Nihilist report
Dawn hath cracked and our day 'tis on!
all my memory lurks o'er the misty fog
I'll do what's right as the Buddhas said,
read Psychology books inside my head
Being young is far from perfect
Fast-tracking from the showroom floor
Hanging on might not be worth it
But most old clunkers go for more
I'm hearing the cadence, 'tis here in my brains,
I'm awed and inspired by such a lovely refrain
but out in the world, rhythms lone in my head,
the ode sounds clunky when abnormally read
Please look at our Earth from the moon, you'll see,
one mighty Homo-sapiens beneath an Acacia tree
if you'll look more closely, you'll know that 'tis me
Oh no not him my dears he's the tall, dumb giraffe,
I'm the one on the left, but I'll forgive stupid gaffes
as King of this Earth I wield huge, egotistical staff
so please listen my dears to evil's diabolical laugh
I abducted the goon, and took him to my mountain retreat
surrounding the thug in soundproof basement's bear cage
turned off the heat and doused Jim with ice-bucket water,
continue non-stop, day and night until the gangster broke
lil Tat screams of his torturous cold and begs me to cease!
Yes we end, my friend
Sad admonishment
One last conking out
In astonishment
I've been to our moon in totaling up miles,
visited country, sharing each lovely smile
I've done a lot but in my foresight can see,
now, here 'tis the day of the ending of me!
I dream immortality, fantasize being God,
yet the cow left the barn, horses are shod
I ponder the ether, ask, "how can this be?"
here now 'tis the day of the ending of me!
Our daddy made us
Reared in a big fuss
Ready to rumble
Shock value galore
His genes are in us
Raised to a nonplus
Ripe for the picking
Jaws dropped to the floor
