In the scheme of things, as they say
even baby rats seem to play
koalas are mostly gay
and we are all just
shit on a rock
anyway
but then again when you think about it
you realize you are thinking about this
instead of what to eat, or how
instead of whether to run later, or now
instead of if you should hunt or plow
when the children can wait
for neither harvest nor sow
when the children can wait
for neither harvest nor sow
and suddenly the luxury of curiosity
seems pretty fucking sweet
anyhow.