There's a bug in the plan.
There's a flaw in design
There's the physical man
with a short in the line
Its the monkey inside
whose running the show
with our old human pride
we just can't let it go.
In debates without end
On top of a tower
Shouting fights you can't win
with all of your power
Is it magic or drugs
Or the anarchists view?
Is it Internet thugs
that make old debates new?
Its a pineal fight
personality quirk
Debates about rights
or what can or can't work
Is there something to say?
Is there something to do?
When we fight, do we play?
Is it false, is it true?
Have you ever been budged
by an internet post?
Is the quality judged
by who comments the most?
I don't know the answer
or the question, perhaps.
Maybe its a cancer
Or a series of traps.
If its not what you want,
If its not what you like
Then don't use that font
and don't join that fight.