Say, "Humankind was wrongly constructed."
Say, "There's Something in our brain that is Wrong."
Tonight is going to be the most fun we'll
Have until July. Everything's inside
Something else. What the imagination
Can't conjure, reality delivers
With a shrug. Every benefit demands
A cost. Therefore I suspect the cosmos
Can't be infinite. Relentless tradeoffs
Imply a limit to the resources
Of this diabolically delusive universe.
You can sense this in your collective brain,
The little, niggling, jiggling suspicion
Something is not right with reality.
But enjoy tonight. Time brings it and takes
Itself away. All joys are earned, prepaid.