The discretionary fund of mental flaws

Please guys, stop trying to understand

All these new trips have to be planned

All these new laws you ‘discover’

Makes me have to create yet another

 

Cos when I, first made an action, the reaction, put me in traction

I couldn’t contain the rules, or maintain the scores

Instantly out-foxed by Pandora’s box of

Self-replication and ill-legislation of fundamental flaws

 

With Pythagoras, I made special shapes

I gave Euclid some new numbers, to set free

But Newton and Einstein, was just pushing it for me

Just when I thought I was winning

I find there’s more onion skinning

So I hid it ALL… in a mist, of uncertainty