A fat man danced upon a pin
the angels shouted "you'll never win"
while all around the photons raced
and mocked the concept of God's grace
The punctuation up and left
the period exclaimed "we know what's best"
and in our minds the words congealed
confusing what we thunk and feeled
The force that cannot be resisted
met the object that would not be lifted
and all that happened said and done
was no more than before it begun
So what of the minutes you have squandered
reading these words of drunken ponder
they represent the ease with which you're led
down the path shat forth from another head