A few bright spots the best among us show,
through all the years of days and nights we live.
For most men though, a sack with all they know
might fill a Barbie bag, but wouldn't give
a rat a hernia, nor tax his sleep
should he peruse the crumbs he'd find inside.
Basically opinionated sheep,
men strut their mediocrity with pride.
Oh don't knot up your knickers, Einstein died
to keep thought pure beyond your shammer's game.
That you stayed safe, Lord knows Teresa tried
to only love the poorest, in Christ's name.
Within the mutton herd, one's name is made
by apeing other mimers on parade.