Playin' the game requires common sense.
If you feel you can handle the path of welcoming love.
Then you'll be welcome in house of many women.

Playin' the fool means not protectin' yourself.
For one slip of love can create for you many problems.
Oh, yes the world of a player.

Women becomes like a number.
It's hurtful but true.
Men of multiple women as lovers.
Isn't nothin' but a fool.
But the love of a woman is his tool.
Oh, yes the world of a player.

It takes no skills to be one.
As long as you have some personality and some charm.
Cause to a player.
Women will depart and another will come.

And the women will be call fool.
Least those that feel the need to take care of this grown fool.
But you'll be surprise of those that do.

Sometimes, you wonder.
Yes, sometimes you do.
When you look around and very thankful.
That this fool isn't you.

Lead us, Evolution, lead us
Up the future's endless stair;
Chop us, change us, **** us, **** us.
For stagnation is despair:
Groping, guessing, yet progressing,
Lead us nobody knows where.

Wrong or justice, joy or sorrow,
In the present what are they
while there's always jam-tomorrow,
While we tread the onward way?
Never knowing where we're going,
We can never go astray.

To whatever variation
Our posterity may turn
Hairy, squashy, or crustacean,
Bulbous-eyed or square of stern,
Tusked or toothless, mild or ruthless,
Towards that unknown god we yearn.

Ask not if it's god or devil,
Brethren, lest your words imply
Static norms of good and evil
(As in Plato) throned on high;
Such scholastic, inelastic,
Abstract yardsticks we deny.

Far too long have sages vainly
Glossed great Nature's simple text;
He who runs can read it plainly,
'Goodness = what comes next.'
By evolving, Life is solving
All the questions we perplexed.

Oh then! Value means survival-
Value. If our progeny
Spreads and spawns and licks each rival,
That will prove its deity
(Far from pleasant, by our present,
Standards, though it may well be).

O how it cracks
O how it tastes
O how the tang waits
Upon my face
Till the bag is gone
A new day waits