Stupidly he rises up again


He thinks he’s going to reinvent the wheel

And get rolling along

Out of all his unsolvable problems


Or maybe go airborne like Ezekiel

Raining down constellations and black holes

And blinding suns and signs

Even the Babylonian astrologers

Would be hard pressed to comprehend

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