I suppose I must put forth
suppose I must tie one on
for I am under geas and edict
of the Great Archangel Metatron
Don't you think for even a minute
I think I'm some mouthpiece of God
I am plodding glib and gormless
I'm a bumbler and a clod
God enjoys his shoddy instruments
us noisy gongs us clanging bells
And I just do as I must do
under Metatron's entrancing spells
hey relax it's all symbolic
I just think symbols are real
And it keeps me somewhat honest
and the output free of mass appeal
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