nobody has their head in the game

from mineral to plant
from plant to beast
from beast to human
from human to pure soul

it is an easy universe to fool
a simple paradox
a play on words
[ cue that guy from Crete ]
creates a small disorder
disrupts the soup
spills the beans
the stars continue to spin
in heaven for sure
but a little less certain of themselves

the earth need not be saved from the gnats
currently messin’ up the scene
who listens hard to sycophants  
who paint each other green
who fret and moan such personal fears
while they foul and **** the land
as if five billion balanced years
leaves you room to understand
that people are a stubborn lot
a speck on a crumb on a speck
a fact that is very easily forgot
what else would you ever expect