Why do some hold on to the sway
Big dogs of notoriety
Why do some hang on by a thread
Pushovers of society
What makes us hold on either way
Earthlings of bearability
What makes us hang on to the last
Top species of nobility
Why are some hawks and others prey
Fat cats of flash supremacy
Why is mankind a rotten race
Slow death the only remedy
Oh, what's the matter with we human beings?
Our brain running modes of pure malfunction
Neanderthal's still here in gray tissue looping,
with destructive crocodilian button functions
Oh, but of all the billions of we Homo-Sapiens'
Caucasian 'tis by millimeter a cruelest savage
yet if we as a species out live a simian's mind,
let Science be our new and conquering adage!
No one knows the exact hour of their death
Nor can count the lag end slip of seconds
We know only one last hour awaits us
Until our own sudden death knell beckons
No one knows exactly where they're headed
Nor can ken the next plane of existence
We know only one last breath postdates us
Before the long path of least resistance
It's just us now
Two twins in a tank
Battle-scarred sharks
Circling empty waters
It's just us now
Two twins on the lam
Cold-blooded brutes
Deep-sixing sons and daughters
It's just us now
Two twins at the edge
Hardwired fish
Plunging on teeter-totters
I guess it's time to say so long
And so I'll do it with a poem
I hope you read it and the rest
Minding the maxim when in Rome
This is the last thing I will do
Unless you have a change of heart
I hope you know I love you still
And always have right from the start
I guess it's time to say farewell
And so I'll do it with a rune
I hope this finds you and the boys
Thinking of me on each blue moon
They say that time can heal all things
But I'm not sure if this is true
For heavyheartedness still stings
In grieving souls consumed by rue
The only way to find true peace
Is learning how to live with loss
To know that heartbreaks never cease
And pangs are constant bears to cross
Well, if I could go back!
I'd just want to be kind
Oh, I'm seeing so good!
as I'm not longer blind
Sure 'twas dumb afore!
still forgiveness's ends
Brings Scrooge's truth!
but sees miracle again
We're all blips on the radar screens of ships
Transporting and surging against the tide
Bouncing and drifting and coming to grips
With the briefness of each sonar ping ride
We're all dots fathomed in sonic depth knots
Propelling and racing on by the lees
Swaying and rolling and picking our spots
In the yaw and pitch of fugacious seas
What could ever be wrong with hugging a tree?
'tis indeed a well thing to teach all the children,
this imbalanced sarcasm from Simians' beings
looks up a rung ladder from evolutionarily thin
A good idea for a poet is enough
as for the poet's great ideas well
a bad idea for a poet feels magic
surely as my human sonnet sell
Deck the world with norms less zany
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
'Tis the season to be brainy
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Don we now our introspection
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Troll the Stone Age genuflection
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
See the dying world before us
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Strike the madness that implores us
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Follow us with thoughts less stinking
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
While we dwell in fact-based thinking
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Fast away the passee mindsets
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Hail the science, hedge all God bets
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Sing we mindful, full of reason
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Heedless of cerebral treason
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la!
If A Christmas Carol weren't fiction
I'd say Ebenezer Scrooge 'tis a twat
since my lone redemption's calling
self-forgiveness 'tis all that I've got
