A zen automaton couldn't crack that koan
And drive the sword of humans guilt
Right up to its diamond hilt
I read it on my phone
Holy shit is that Sir Ian McKellen
Learning from the clouds
Shooting lightening from his eyes
All across the Burmese crowds
I don't know much
But I know I don't like them at all
Whatever they do whoever they are
I read it on my phone
Paint me green and push me
Through the surgery door
Julienne my frontal love
And this bludgeon me with a two-by-four
And send me to the wild to eat
And fuck and fuck and eat
God Father give up your seat
For the pregnant and the old
Don't you know who that is
It's Ringo Fucking Starr

It takes 1.56666666 fractions of the time
It took me to stand up
And realize we need to die
In Silicon Valley they're working in
And for the greatest minds
A nihilist pact is just what logic prescribes
I feel like I could piss right out the window
And hit the moon