Radical Comedy is what I preach
But I'm not laughing so the joke's on me
You can wait for some cadence, some follow through
But there is no punchline so the joke's on you
Fifty-one percent c*nt, forty-nine co*k:
All these Sisyphuses to just one rock
They could join hands in a circle, decree all's fair
And all push together but they'd go nowhere
Want everything so I've got nothing
Bought everything so I've made nothing
Read everything so I've thought nothing
Pardoned everything so I love nothing
Logos, Telos, Deus Absconditus
Hail the peasant that believes he's king
Hail the nihilist with the wedding ring
Hail foolosophers fighting to d**h
Over the right definition of "meaningless"
So heft your pickaxe to a diamond face
A Chosen People in a Chosen Age
My brother sits until he can't stand up
My father weeps over the washing up
Want everything so I've got nothing
Bought everything so I've made nothing
Read everything so I've thought nothing
Pardoned everything so I love nothing
Logos, Telos, Deus Absconditus
A heretic, growing Turing's breasts?
Or a happier pig with faster internet?