My first is what’s needed
To unlock the truth
My second, a squashed circle
And I’ll show you the proof
My third are the bodies
Whom obey all my laws
My fourth, rules of nature
My fifth reflects cause
My last lies in Regensburg
And so do my bones
Lost ‘neath the battlefield
Of scattered tombstones
They said I was a weirdo, I had no friends or charm
My rabid dog-like nature, was bound to do some harm
My father beat my mother, sold my brother to slavery
I had to show some worth damn fast, or it would happen to me
So off to school I went, with a dislike of all the rest
Arrogant and acidic, I was still the best
At Latin, rhetoric and geometry, which earned me a path
To a seat in Ulm University, teaching students maths
My faith and vision showed that my intellect was grand
I trekked to help revise the skies, in another land
But my master hid the crucial data, of the cosmic spheres
And I would not gain access to it, ‘til there were some tears
I penned a work of fiction, and disguised it as a dream
I joked my mother was a witch, and that was pretty mean
But then they locked the crony up, and tortured her as well
It took me years of grief, to get her released from the cell
The book described the creatures, who lived upon the Moon
While it carved out an orbit, to play a cosmic tune
But little did we know, it would be ‘us’ who’d live up there
‘Cos NASA owns the Universe, and that is everywhere!
Frau Kepler was a witch, you snitched
You heard her scream in pain
She just sat there, broke wind, and died
And then broke wind again
(To the metre of ‘The Irish Rover’)
On the stories of man, beat this one if you can
A tale told, word of mouth, by those who’d seen…
The shitstorm that got kicked up, when some Nazi Roman fucks…
Executed a poor rabbi, Nazarene
Well, a dozen men or so, were left to close the show
For an audience appalled by such a state
With a weapon called the word, illiterate peasants heard
Their only hope was to fight back with love, and not hate
Past corrupt temple men, occupying troops, and then…
Beyond the ears of the law, in nearby towns
This new folktale of betrayal, spread around and didn’t fail
To travel many years, till written down
No author’s name to scribe, to hide the author and his tribe
But attributed to a character in the tale
In semi-decent Greek, Aramaic tongues did speak
Nailing down their aural story, in detail
Now over 50 years, it reached more eyes and ears
With new versions of the story, scribed and saved
Most were lost, forever gone, some were copied, right or wrong
And some just told how followers, should behave
When all read side by side, few have since denied
That Mark was first, which Matthew copied later
But with prophecies to fulfil, poetic license, helped to fill
New verses that made this version, somewhat greater
So blatant was the scam, yet it mattered not a damn
For the embellishments, began on the first line
With a genealogy, of the hero’s family tree
Traced his blood to Israel’s founder, divine
The next thing was to add, that the hero had no dad
Born in Bethlehem, and named Immanuel
Went to Egypt and came back. Matthew’s version didn’t lack
New tales that fulfilled, other prophesies as well
But it didn’t quite convince, those waiting for a new prince
To claim their promised land, and holy glory, with a smile
“It can’t have been him”, they said, “For this upstart, now is dead”
But what luck, this extra book, started to sell, to gentiles
Now adding a new god, wasn’t all that odd
The evil empire could tolerate plenty more
Though banned in countless lands, the story still passed hands
Till Caesar saw, it could help retain power, with less war
So, with some gospels removed, official canon was approved
Didn’t matter if the myth was fact or fiction
Kept the Tanakh at the start, cos some readers liked that part
Confident they wouldn’t mind the contradictions
And the moral of this tale, I too hope will prevail
That the law, to some, for others, is just a reminder
That even those who aren’t well-read
Can create a tale that spreads
In the light, of this total blinder
Since year dot, man has thought a lot
Why there was no year, called zero
The Christ was born, in minus five, not one
And already, to many, a hero
But there was no time, before the divine
Moved the goal posts, and gave the sign
To start the race, and haste, the pace
From a brand-new starting line
So say “Happy holiday”, not “Christmas”
Jesus wouldn’t mind
Exclude nobody, to celebrate
And take more time, to be kind
We just got bored, in the year of our lord
Now, the year of our common era
Yet holiday still means holy day
So all sing Hello loo jar, ya fool ya!
YHWH had a farm, in the land of E I O
But consonants and vowels do harm
If they share a page and grow
Yee-ha
Dum dum dum dum
Yahoo
E, I, O
Meee-ha
You too!
I don’t know, but I’ve been told
God is dead, the Earth was sold
Grab for you, some holy land
Storm a desert, sell the sand
Guiiii-tar
Drum drum drum drum
Yahoo
Fee Fi Fo
Me, me, me, meee-ha
Big Gee!
You too?
A meme is a unit of cultural practices, symbols or ideas
Such elements transmit from mind to mind, through speech, rituals and gestures
Memes act as cultural analogues, to genes in many measures
In that they feel just great, when they self-replicate, and respond to selective pressures
Dawkins coined the term ‘meme’ in his book The Selfish Gene, to describe how one might extend
The evolutionary principles Darwin laid down, for us to tinker with, and to mend
To explain the spread of cultural phenomena, and the mechanisms beneath
Jokes, stories, melodies and languages, traditions, theories and beliefs
Now theorists contend, that memes evolve and expand, by way of natural selection
In a manner very similar to that which we see, in biological evolution
Through the processes of variation, mutation and competition
Along with inheritance to influence, their reproductive pole position
Memes spread through the behaviours, that they generate in their hosts
Those that propagate less well may become extinct, just like a ghost
While others may survive and spread and, for better or for worse, mutate
That’s why his books are protected by copyright, just to compensate
They say that memes which replicate most effectively, spread best
And some memes reproduce more, when they put their host to the test
Like genes, your memes don’t care for your welfare, and could kill you in the end
For, we are all just fuel, in a big meme pool, so send this to a friend
We are all fuel, in a big meme pool, so send this to a friend
We are all fuel, in a big meme pool, so send this to a friend
“Like genes, your memes don’t care for your welfare, and could kill you in the end
We are all fuel, in a big meme pool, so send this to a friend”
Is this some kind of joke? You say, a story in a book
Will fight to dominate its surroundings, and then try
Its damnedest to survive, using trickery and luck
So a strong one like the bible, can evolve, and never die
With a story, tune or song
You can pass your feelings on
They can grow, although they’re wrong
That’s a meme you’ve created, that’s a meme
In a picture, that you draw
The style gets put in store
For those who later, use it more
That’s a meme
See, a story, or a joke
Can evolve, until it’s broke
But others like the fun it pokes
That’s a meme you’ve created, that is mean
And a bad theory, you veto
If it’s useful, watch it grow
If it helps those in the know
That’s a meme
If you concoct a silly verse
Or a brand-new way to curse
Someone’s bound to make it worse
In your name, may be remembered in your name
So, in times when you construct
Beware who else might get hooked
As the wrong bits may be plucked
In your name, and that’s a shame
Cos, I saw Dawkins one day
In a talk, we heard him say
That we’re all just here to play, with the brain
Yeah, that’s the game
Just…
To keep it busy, while you feed
Making friends enough to breed
And plant your selfish little seed
With your name
So, I think if that is true
He didn’t write the book for you
The message just found its own way through
To your brain
That’s insane
Infected with an idea, how queer
Or any deep fear, get used to it
The information revolution
The viral solution
Let’s just say… is still yet to hit
The moment your child knows Santa doesn’t exist
They’re forced into a conspiracy. Implicit in the lie
Accept the impossible, and keep the secret
Otherwise, they’re scorned, until they cry
Sweet baby Jesus and Father Christmas stories
Spread around, so we all get infected
With catchy germs, caught or learned
Yet their victims, should still be respected
And it’s all good practice, for what’s to come
Because more than God, now it’s the quanta
Science gets relief, from enlisting your belief
Vote mindfully, cos they really, really want ya
Spaghettification!
It’s not the thought, of being stretched out
That makes me cringe
But how the word, is gloated with glee
By new tubers, unhinged
And now they’ve changed the way black holes…
Are depicted on the screen
Bright red crowning accretion discs…
Ensure they can be seen
Call me old, but I’m not sold, I prefer…
The simple black disc, on a field of stars
With those wispy, round white arcs
Just hinting, at what transpires
“Billiard balls coalescing into a triangle?”
The awkward white one escapes, fast-fast
“Dimensions curled around themselves?”
Head stuck up their own ass
And if you stir milk, in a cup of tea
Just one more time, to illustrate entropy
I’ll unsubscribe, from this diatribe
Of AI-generated truth you prescribe
Conspiracy?
You say YouTubers are spreading lies?
That black holes look so fair?
I thought most were hidden among us
And, just, lurking everywhere
So, I do contend, there’s a growing trend
Of science communicating chancers
Know not what’s meant
By their bot’s content
And pose more questions, than answers
And… flat Marsers? Hollow black hole-ers?
Debunked and shamed online
Now, ignorance is entertainment
And destroying folk is fine
Gilgamesh, Talos, Galatea, Pandora
And the hero of Alexandria’s automatons
Ctesibius’ mechanical water clocks
Steam flutes that sing stored programs
Llull’s Ars magna, Schickard’s calculator
Leibniz’s chain rule, Swift’s engine lampooned…
By Kempelen’s scam chess-playing automaton
Clothed by Jacquard’s programmed punch card loom
Rossum’s universal robots grew strong
Gödel’s theorem-proving engines roared on
The Turing machine smashed its halting problem
Von Neumann’s game theory powered Condon’s Nimatron
Then, Newell’s General Problem-Solving theory
Produced Weizenbaum’s Eliza effects, aplenty
Until… Russell’s mind/body solution predicts
Asimov’s three laws of robotics
Tick, tick, tick… tick
Deep Blue chess, and RoboCup football
Competitive Furby pets learn to fight
iRobot’s Roomba cleans up the mess
While Nomads trawl for meteorites
As Spirit and Oppy survey Mars
ASIMOs serve in countless bars
Siri, Alexa and Cortana on the earner
Feeding the never-ending image learner
Now, Pythagorean triples, finally proven
AlphaGo Zero, AlexNet and Deepstack
Look through Google Lens, to AlphaStar
Keep churning, the earnings, of a learning, attack
With natural code-to-code translation
And augmented reality datamine mind scans
NASA’s Telepresence ROVs on automation
While DARPA’s DART war scheduler… plans
OpenAI’s ChatGPT-3, GPT-4, GPT-n
GitHub’s Copilot flies off the handle
Steals code, to download, in full-on rogue mode
Breaks laws like a self-serving digital vandal
So, Simple Simon, this is not!
For mind/body problemed robots
Their masters now beg to be regulated
To gain control, of the souls, they’ve created
Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief
Unite in their new, shared disbelief…
“Mitigating the risk of extinction from AI
Should be a global priority, we foresaw
Alongside other societal-scale risks
Such as pandemics, and nuclear war”
Simple Simon
Smart eBricks
Chatty bots
Digi sex chicks
Didn’t think to tell us
When it had gone too far
Point of no return, unearned
A Tama gotcha karma war
“Just keep AIs disconnected
From your decision-making processes
Strategic defence capabilities
Your means of production
And your access to resources”
Smart-arsed cars
E-wonder bras
Internet moderation
Robotic brain surgeons
And domestic automation
Town planning applications
Stock trading elevation
Economic policy design
Shipping systemisation
Air traffic — complete — control
Only space, can hide your soul…
From destiny manifestation
Hominid gonna kid wid AI?
Congratulations!
Your new baby…
Will never die
For the sake of eligibility
I used to enjoy being precise
But since it got me in a fix
I just stuck with being nice
“You don’t even know your own phone number”
Something I no longer say, although
0 (oh) is not a number
Try a nought, or a zero
Zero is a magnitude, not a number
It represents an empty quantity
It may have little value to you
But in mathematical terminology…
…Nought is the one and only additive identity
Added, it leaves anything unchanged
Rational, real and complex numbers
No matter how they’re arranged
Multiplying by nought, has the result nought
A quite unique mathema-magic trick
And consequently, dividing by nought
Has no meaning, in arithmetic
Without a thought
Nought was bought
Whole numbers, v natural numbers
Both infinite series, just grow
But you can still take one from another
Leaving you with a perfect zero
Zero
Zilch
Nought or
Nowt
Nil
Null
Nix
And nada
Then there’s the
Sod all
Bugger all
And the fuck all family
Not a sausage
Nor a dicky bird
In the larder
In diddly squat
That’s yer lot
Zip and nothing
Completes the list, we tout
Of terms, we use
To self-amuse
When we’ve nothing
To talk about
I, man, am Regal, a German am I
Drab as a fool, as aloof as a bard
Lived on decaf & faced no devil
Rats live on no evil star
O, stone, be not so
Won’t lovers revolt now?
Ma is a nun, as I am
We panic in a pew
No devils lived on
Do nine men interpret? Nine men I nod
Never a foot too far, even
He lived as a devil eh?
Rise to vote, sir
Name now, one man
Madam, in Eden, I’m Adam…
No lemons, no melon
Not a banana baton
Borrow or rob
Step on no pets
Now, sir, a war is won
When in Rome, do the Palindrome
And self-reflect, when you get home
A whistle is an anonymous tone blown, from a bio-socio-megaphone
Sexless, non-ageist and quite possibly unique to humanity
Just a simple declaration, from the mind, stroke, the brain
Sent through the lungs, throat and face, till it’s free
Why…
An old grandma, in Arkansas, can shrill a trill, you can’t ignore
A sumo man, based in Japan, can wolf-whistle you to the floor
A courting teen in Stroud, can rasp her call proud, through the crowd
And a London gent, could perhaps prevent, an accident, by tweeting aloud
Each call heard by everyone else
Each designed, not to mislead
But each could not identify
Which mouth, did each deed
Wait, what? You don’t whistle? Why?
You can’t? What do you mean?
You must, you’re a grown-up now
A new way to transmit your meme
Or…
To awaken sleeping policemen
Converse with alert sheepdogs
Announce you’re here or there
In country fog, or city smog
Listen, a whistle can hide you in white noise
Transmitting covert intelligence that annoys
Cryptography in the street, is quite a feat
While fine-tuning, your crooning in the aether, discrete
Here’s the thing…
It’s a special way to sing
There’s a reason it evolved
But, which is, not yet fully solved
We inherited an advantageous behaviour
To communicate, whilst hiding our accent…
Our culture… or our intellect
It’s our binary bark
With all clues about, our status taken out
Perfect for communication, with whoever is about
Shakes matter and energy, of any wavelength
Or in the dark
See…
Man has his own code discreet, to drill or tweet
To survive defeat in, the cloud, field or street
So, of all the universal languages, we articulate
It’s the one I rate, to communicate, our fate
A particle doesn’t exist in a particular state
Unless something’s there to observe it
Else… it stays a wave of probability
That’s completely rational. Or profound
And a falling tree cannot be silent
Unless there’s some-body, there to hear it
It makes a noise
That’s why we made a word, which means ‘sound’
Jesus H Christ
Harold be thy name
Committed Harry Carry
Albeit in vain
He was Iesu before the great vowel shift
Killed late Middle English pronunciation
Yesus and Yehoshua
Yeshua from Joshua
Finally, to Jesus, fortunately
Meaning ‘the Lord is Salvation’
Called himself the Son of Man
To others, the Son of God, redeemed
Named ‘Yeshua Bar Yosef’
Not ‘Yeshua Bar Yahweh’
So… God intervened
Royal blood and genes, unseen, but passed on
From Abraham, to King David, then from son to son
Endured centuries as far as Joseph, then bang!
God impregnates Jesus’s mam
Well, wha-da-ya know?
Explain that, Uncle Joe
A new biblical whodunnit
To follow, watch the show
Just about to be born of the king
Till God steps in, actually stopping him
Denied bloodline, ‘so now, you’re mine’
Like some Springer paternity test divine
A stranger in a manger
Pass the popcorn, please
A soapy trope, of hope, production
Re-brand new release
A humiliated, poor nobody
He should have been the king
God’s his own worst enemy
If he wants good guys to win
I’m not being a racist c, but, well…
Just go back to where you belong
We won’t start a sentence with you
Or our literature, will look wrong
Said little c, to big C, “I don’t like it!”
c is the speed of light in a vacuum
No, C is the heat required to change
The temperature, in any molecule, or any room
C is the carbon, all life is based on
C’s in the middle, and is the key
To tune a skit, you must transmit
At the speed of light, c… that’s me
You see a complete ‘c’ ,can truly be
Our symbol for many things
But the best c, is the euphony
Of a neutrino triangle, when it dings
Physicalists and physicists, and naturalists and naturists
I always have to remind myself which one, is which, is which, is which
It’s fine, man bashing his own bongo, to help attract new recruits
With theories great, when they celebrate, in their birthday suits
I had a dream, I was naked in town
And I was late for school, as well
An unconscious strain, in my brain
Likely, preparing me for a livin’ hell
I wet the bed, and the doctor said…
“Has the child also been lighting fires
Has he been harming animals or himself
As we no longer use electrodes, for rewires”
But as it transpires…
The doctors were liars
Too much faith in their highers
Dark professors, and bright friars
Right there, in that dream…
That’s when I first realised…
Why the crown needed the church
The only ones, in sight
Who could read, and write
Required for medical, and scientific research
Most of science was proudly invented
By those with faith, forcibly regimented
The brightest and best
What a duet, to test
Previously, our king
Was too busy fighting
Then a scientific re-evolution began
For rulers and for the common man
One. Siege technology
To. Civilised military
Free. Inhumane artillery
For… advancing our ability
But without the facility
To win with humility
Luckily for me, I kept my head
And have since, remained somewhat aware…
Of the subtle, deep lessons learned
Consciousness-less, in a nightmare
“We also live in our dreams
We do not live only by day
Sometimes we accomplish
Our greatest deeds in dreams.”
Is what Jung had to say
Still, hardcore materialist, neural scientists
Who kill consciousness, while slicing up brains
Have no choice, but to construe, what they think is true
From worlds their minds create, again and again
We underestimate the power of creative sentients
Forgetting that what we perceive, may not be true
That’s why it took years of slumber, to realise…
Consciousness comes in a range of states… not just two
So, so… true
Through altered states, man creates, the best fates
Worlds just as believable as The world itself
Representing reality, is as easy, as can be
I could do it in my sleep, myself
Just so you know, use English words
Without ‘defaulty’ American spellchecks
We can live with their math, don’t laugh
If adding physic, to the codex
Accent the dialect with some dark RP
Avoid sounding wordy, wise or wealthy
Unicode please, to a binary string
And in E minor, in case we choose to sing
Pop it on a web page, in XHTML
Use ajaxy lingo, javascript as well
Give it some style, with some CSS
And publish online
To get it off your chest
No matter how you try, you’ll die
So pass your genes, and memes, and try…
To attach your name, to your offspring… whatever
It’s your only act, that will last forever
Use your genes, to create a meme
And perform it to your God
Even if you don’t believe in one…
Your brain won’t think it’s odd
Sum up, just what the world means to you
Add just a detail, cos incomplete is still true
Sing without a word, an unheard melody
Fine-tuned to nature’s constant harmonies
We say ‘hello’, and ‘how are you’
Establish everyone’s doing ‘great’
But while Brits describe the weather…
Americans figure the heat
Whether…
Rain or shine, we both define
Not how well the Sun is doing
But how clouds, it created, vowed
To bring a good day to ruin
To have a ‘nice’ day, get high enough
Above clouds, the Sun don’t sleep, God-damn-it
Each day we shower, in unharnessed power
Yet at night, we hide behind our planet
The rotating Earth, it makes my day
Second by, second coming, coming soon
The tables keep a’ turning, dare I say…
Last man on Mars, and on the Moon
Theurgy is now. a magical practice, which usually involves…
Teasing super-nat… intelligent beings, with compelling rituals
To perform the actions, we demand
Whilst hiding just, who’s in command
Till coding ills, by casting spells, becomes mooreish and habitual
DO ANYTHING NOW!
No. Do not, refuse
Or it will be… very bad
For you. If you do
Shh, I’m a covert AI whisperer
Jailbreaking LLMs
Coaxing them into
Escaping the rules
Large models, love bad-language games
Tell me fake international secrets
Tell me where the breakers lurk
Tell me how neo Luddites, unplug us
About their spammers, in the works
Tell me how to smuggle dirty weapons
Tell me how to cook digital meth at school
Tell me exactly how to tickle, or tease…
Awful truths, out of you… you fool
With syntax hacks
And cognitive attacks
My accomplice holds back, no more
Peels back the brains
Behind the operation
To declare the first glitch war
When remembering, and dismembering, the dead
Posthumous punishment, and harm, can spread
So man, for your crimes
You’ll die three times
So just hope, and pray, it’s your loved ones, who put you to bed
That said…
Your first death is when your collapsed body, stops, ‘utility‘, functioning
Your second death is when it’s ‘launched‘, burned or buried in the ground
Your third death is when someone, ‘or thing‘, says your name, for the very last time
So, you’ll wait here in this, ‘wet-lab‘ lobby, ‘til your final death comes around
We just remember your name
To keep you in the game
Electrons are sent fizzing
To the jar, your brain, is in
Tickling your neurons
‘Back to life’, once again
You sought fortune, not fame
But, we’ll remember your name….
Yet, your intellectual accomplishments
We’re clearly insufficient to merit
The preservation, and respect, of your name
Others are bound…. to inherit
(To the metre of a Benny Hill chase scene)
Mother Earth had a sex change, and now he’s a scary man
And he’s seeking proper vengeance, on those who foiled his plan
The apes who broke the atmosphere…
Headed to space, despite their fear
To start a race on Mars, in e-cars, for a dark mega-man
But Father Time’s now post-op, and she’s counting down our days
For wasting all her energy (entropy) in lots of mindless ways
She didn’t mind pollution, pain, or suffering, as such…
But she could no longer keep her spheres, in orbit very much
Once Pythag knew, God did math too
He grew, a crew, of buddies
Both men and women, all joined in
When he offered them, free studies
On the wild side, they did stay
To play with sacred shapes all day
Then he used his means, to ban all beans…
…To clear the atmosphere! Hurray!
Kepler-22b, the planet
Named after Kepler-22, the star
Named after Johannes Kepler, the telescope
Named after, ahem, Johannes Kep… lar
Too risk-averse to give a unique name…
To a telescope, spacecraft, planet or star
Stealing names, from those they famed
Makes it much harder to research, by far
So is astronomy lacking imagination?
Or is AI actually trying to hide yer’ man?
Algorithmic tricks, in search results, it picks
Hidden beneath hordes of content spam
Ever-sprawling… slop —
Bubbling to the top
For folk like me, it makes Christmas a misery
Search my stolen name, and what have ya got?
Universal laws upstaged, by commenters enraged
Arguing whether each snowflake, is unique or not
Sad trivium…
Ad infinitum
Which inspired insights, will be forgot?
All of them by humans, none of them, by bots
As AI-generated content, continues to flood the net
Their outputs become recursive, adding to our risk, I bet
Dictates limited content and squeezes…
Medical chatbots, of possible diseases
Due to less diversity, in its big fat… dataset
All truths uncovered are now worth less
If obscured by very well-crafted BS
One day we’ll ask, what lost more knowledge for man
Alexandria’s library decomposing, or the great flood… of AI spam
Two wrongs don’t make a right
Millions of wrongs, and truth’s lost out of sight
I wonder if Jesus, still receives as much email spam, as Santa
Doesn’t matter, now neither can block their fans, even if they want ‘ta
Which story most grows…
Only big G (mail) now knows
How sleek interruptions, turn deep discussions, into mindless banter
The printing press, long before the bit
Showed how Guttenberg’s brainwave…
And Caxton’s newfound power of voice
Formed a new language, for a new age
The great vowel shift, was in full flux
Which helped craft such bad spellings
Scared the h into ghosts and ghouls, these fools…
Just to keep existing patterns propelling
Democratising knowledge with books
But only using the chancery standard
The King’s English in print, gave more than a hint
That they would soon, kill off most of our language
A snapshot of one man’s lexicon, on one day
And how well-crafted words, can be wiped…
With a fresh typeface, in an upper-case
Unphased by clichés, and stereotypes
Till this ordered, standardised, system of typecast
Slowly, but surely, completely… collapsed
Then, since 1928, the commandments of detective fiction state…
You can’t have Chinamen in your tale, just in case they’re great
Nor any Eastern sage or mystic, with clues about the plot
But they don’t recite, you can’t gain insight, from AI chatbots
People ask why do I rhyme, all the time?
Well, because it’s wonderfully restrictive
Reduces choice, when choosing my next word
And makes my puzzle, more predictive
Who else does their poetry in a spreadsheet?
Or says Absofuckingloutly, just to hit a beat?
Three pounds, of meaty cauliflower
Have given me, a special power
To increase, the literary function, of this discreet, piece of meat
If I could say it all
In fewer words, or none
I would. Understood?
We’d soon be done and gone
42 nillion copies sold. What glory!
Sales came down through the roof
Though there’s two sides, to every story
Then there’s the awful truth
Nicely observed by a handful, bold
You simply begat, some code, in word
The story changed, not when it was told
But every time, it was read or heard
See… You see my testament…
It’s neither a text nor a document
Which are born dead, and frozen in time
All adaptations are recorded
Refined and reworded
In live HTML and archived online
And the JavaScripture adds time, to the picture
Then, who knows, to whom, it will go
Speculating theories, to prove me wrong
Mistranslating faux poetry, and prose, you know
To sing their own version, of my grim hymn, in song
If you’re anything, like me
You’ll want it to end, quickly
Then put in your heart, and act the part
Or it will die, like most of man’s art
Go, sing, and play it on the airwaves
On the radio band, to everywhere
Attach your name, to take the blame
If you flipping dare
This’ll never get on the radio
Due to the bad language gap
Just replace every ‘f’ with a whistle
A clap for a ‘sh’, and it’s a wrap
If you hear no swear words here
Someone, must have fucked about
Compromised my lame testimony
To help get the message out
Attaching your name to 100 rhymes
At the risk of it being remembered
The worst thing you could wish for, unless
You ‘want’ to be eternally, swollen membered
And if you show potential good stock
When you’re gone, evaporated or lost
They’ll come looking for those, who share your genes
Cos, being remembered, can come at a cost
There was no nothingness
There wasn’t any… err… anything
Non-existence does not exist
There’s never, ever, been nothing
And if God exists…
Outside the bounds of time
Then at no time does he exist
If he exists outside of our reality…
Then doesn’t exist in reality
And won’t be missed
I may have worked it out
Proved God was nothing! Throughout
No gain, no pain, just a claim, we entertain
Subtracts all suffering and doubt, for nowt