O’ spiral out
No there there
Now come on in,
Ratscallion
Hold on
Tighter,
It gets
Lighter
O’ life is short
And art is long
I can’t explain
Right as rain
O’ you - dear listen -- there’s gonna be some hell to pay
For the cognitive bias of a kind we have all disssssssplayed
And just when you hear me appeal to that elusive pronoun “we”
I don’t mean to invoke an idea of ballyhooed “society”
Here, what I’m meaning.... is what Marx calls our species being
And I know you know this gut-clenching feeling
When the world feels angry sick or much much too large
And you cannot put your finger on a figure who’s in charge
There’s one we know. We got the name.
It’s Ratscallion. You’re to blame.
O’ spiral out
From inside
And don’t explain
Right as rain