The sun chases the moon,
and the moon chases me.
I sit still,
content and free.

Our science is wrong,
but our religion is worse.
Only by ignoring the two,
can you orbit in reverse.

In a factory jungle,
among birds and things,
the child slave labors,
over your wedding ring.

I went their once,
it wasn't too bad,
the flies don't bite,
but the liquor drives you mad.

Oblivity is ecstasy!
Ignorance is bliss!
so says I,
so says the abyss.