you've got to quit your little charade
and join the freak parade
now that your road has been paved
from conception to your grave,
there are enormous thongs to do
others practices to eschew,
to be better than you is impossible to do,
but the world won't stop without you
your achievements are unsurpassed
you are highly-ordered mass,
but you can bet your [bad word] your free
energy will dissipate
two billion years thus far,
now mister here you are an element
in a sea of enthalpic [bad word] 
you're only as elegant as your actions let you be,
a piece of chaos related phylogenetically
to every living organ system,
they're siblings don't you see,
the earth evolves and will rotate
without you constantly.