** defective toys **
Every moment second thought
Spasm of consciousness devout
Unholy in idea to place
Holiness of existence in ego's grace
Without the me are we anything
Could we all be defect
Stumbling nuisances set free
In breeding more chaotic developing
A world outside perfection sought
A badly planned ill-designed thought
Cast offs here allowed to dwell
In case we develop something to sell
For all creation is not evolution
All this universe is a shop
A set of books with in and out
Expenses of profit and loss
A research development easy set
From the failures already met
Defects we have many
A sense of our destiny
Ignorance of our flawed design
How we are centre of a universe
Manifestly formed for our delight
From nuclear burning stars
Which give out our light and warmth
To the planet we can use and abuse
The greatest things in this place
When in truth we are playthings
For an experimenting race.
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