When all is said and done we are all one
No, we are none, all one in none.
Our noneness is what binds us like rings on a chain.
We have believed so long in some:
Someone , something and where did it get us:
The Somme, Vietnam, and anything else that rhymes.
There should be a None day every year
When no one cooks, there's no entertainment
No one puts up the flags or leads the band
And no one comes to the fun None day.
Sometimes i wonder what happened.
How the sky got blue and the roses red
Some say god, but water is too wet for that.
Take the trains for instance; they have no traction
Hills are problems, so why hasn't god fixed that?
Forget about wars and starvation
if Mussolini could make the the trains run on time, why can't god?
What is dis ting called happen?
I don't know it's like love.
There it is but nobody has an explanation
Wait, don't forget causes and conditions.
It's pheromones and supernovas all the way down.
Mussolini thought he was something and he was
Hanging upside down by his heels, dead.
Which puts me in mind of another purportedly dead man
And did he think he was something too?
I don't think its too good to be something, it's too noticeable.
And as the old Eskimos said of polar bears,
If they saw you, you were dead.