Shall we feel proud of being fate’s favorite toys? Cain’s tribe, tribe the chose ones who have no choice Salt of this earth, salt in the eye of providence
In the everlasting cosmic lotto Father hydrogen mutates Into self-confidence and presumption Is Pygmalion proud of himself?
That poor old monkey Darwin was wrong There was no evolution at all Just the case history The syphilitic clown Nietzsche was wrong There is no ubermesch at all All I’ve heard of were uberworms That crippled bastard Hawking was wrong For there is no time at all The only dimension known to us is fear
The universe is constantly expanding Yet midgets remain the same What is above remains above All is just a matter of scale