Shake my stupid puny pointless fist
at King Entropy
Writing his hymn book for him
My own one true enemy
Reapers reap and scrapers scrape
Counters like me count up
bad seeds in my landscape
Today's fortune no guts no gusto
Only teacher waiting for me
Is Professor Bust-o
Back-paddle from that lesson
with all my strength
hoist up the mud-mixer's lot
sure, or any such length
Pursued no interest: so no talents
to lose for the Lord
Did you expect more from us
in the shadow of the biggest sword
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