Verbal Diarrhoea

Verbal Diarrhoea

If you’re bored and want a fairy tale, just hark the science dreams
Whose source is but illusion, pretending it has means
To know the cause of everything and explain it to you plain
So you don’t have to ponder truth, or ever use your brain
If you are apt to tolerate imaginings of fools
Who feed you stuff and nonsense and break true science rules
Telling you to eat up and digest their point of view
Made of spew and faeces, cooked up just for you
Then listen to the words of pseudo-science priests
Who think their thoughts empirical to mankind’s future feasts
They fill your TV screen, with mirrors and with smoke
If you question their false wisdom, they brand you as a dope
Their agenda is to own you, by conducting every thought
Making you believe their truth, exactly as they’ve taught
It’s been natural to think that they would never lie
That they were friends of progress, always asking why
But now our sense of reason is growing like a weed
Around their fake creation, our hearts produced the seed
It’s not that you’re a fool, if you can’t see all this clearly
They nurtured your life’s fiction, so you would love it dearly
When faced by shocking truths, our mind becomes offensive
Repeating parrot words, we go on the defensive
Not wishing to consider, the truth could hide within
Another madman's ravings, about the place we’re in
There’s weakness in their temple now and snarling down below
We’re finding out some things, we weren’t supposed to know.

© Steve Bentley