SlavaOn
Jedi Master
to make up for my previous black humor doggerel, here is a funny poem... called "Rats"
***
Through the act of amazing Grace
I quit running in a rat race
Believe me, please! Don’t get me wrong
I am still a rat, the rat I was born!
Like father, like son I have the same scent
Eyes, whiskers and tail all one hundred percent
I eat the same food and poop in exchange
It is not a physical, it is a mental change
I have never known, I would never guess
That all my life I was in a rat race!
I asked that question never before:
Hey, rats! What are we racing for?
Life of a rat is not easy
Gods decided to keep us busy
The rat race is an important feature of our society
It’s purpose is increasing the level of anxiety,
It’s goal is to maintain the status quo
When you are in a rat race: It’s all Quid pro Quo
To get food and shelter, procreate and stay in power
Were my driving forces too, until I met the Other...
Without warning, without a sign
A creature appeared, in itself divine
My mind went blank, I thought I was dead
And then I heard a voice in my head
It told me about the evolution
Future wars and revolutions
The specs of light in the darkness above
About Commandments that we shall follow and love...
I was overwhelmed, I was concerned
I realized that we made a wrong turn.
And this is what I said to the Other
We rats care about each other
When I am talking to you face-to-face
I represent the entire rats’ race
Being intelligent creatures and such
I think you are asking a little too much
Screw the evolution, stop the race
Let us be who we are. Close the case!
All right, the answer came from the darkness
I will let you be... I will pick on monkeys.
***
Through the act of amazing Grace
I quit running in a rat race
Believe me, please! Don’t get me wrong
I am still a rat, the rat I was born!
Like father, like son I have the same scent
Eyes, whiskers and tail all one hundred percent
I eat the same food and poop in exchange
It is not a physical, it is a mental change
I have never known, I would never guess
That all my life I was in a rat race!
I asked that question never before:
Hey, rats! What are we racing for?
Life of a rat is not easy
Gods decided to keep us busy
The rat race is an important feature of our society
It’s purpose is increasing the level of anxiety,
It’s goal is to maintain the status quo
When you are in a rat race: It’s all Quid pro Quo
To get food and shelter, procreate and stay in power
Were my driving forces too, until I met the Other...
Without warning, without a sign
A creature appeared, in itself divine
My mind went blank, I thought I was dead
And then I heard a voice in my head
It told me about the evolution
Future wars and revolutions
The specs of light in the darkness above
About Commandments that we shall follow and love...
I was overwhelmed, I was concerned
I realized that we made a wrong turn.
And this is what I said to the Other
We rats care about each other
When I am talking to you face-to-face
I represent the entire rats’ race
Being intelligent creatures and such
I think you are asking a little too much
Screw the evolution, stop the race
Let us be who we are. Close the case!
All right, the answer came from the darkness
I will let you be... I will pick on monkeys.
