Of all the talk that talkers talk

I find that most is never walked

And of the lies that liars lie

They often leave the fool to cry

Such is the way of human things

Promise should break which only brings

The shell of hope at which we gawk

While yet another fool does shout

Of yet another talk to walk

And yet we haven’t any doubt

For we could hardly bear to think

Of our world sitting at the brink

Of death and ruin hopelessly

So we trust fools to cope with the

Existential tragedy

That is conscious humanity