when i sit in contemplation of the human situation i often gain a certain sense of pride our achievements are many and mighty the evidence could never be denied but my thoughts are always taken my reverie is shaken by a tragedy that happened long before when roamed through the land beings awesome, and grand the fabulous dinosaur they were creatures in a manner quite reptilian in their unique and stylish ways their numbers could be reckoned in the millions but theres zero of these heroes in the world today... they had music arts and fashion they had dinosauric passion and i bet theyd be enraged and mortified cuz when their mentioned today, it is only to say their brains were small and they died now perhaps an asteroid that mother earth could not avoid became the agent of their premature demise they say that these things can happen who are we to criticize? when we will spend almost any price to have the ultimate device, that will ensure total global suicide i would venture instead, that the humanoid head, is where the smaller brain resides and when were gone our works will start to crumble until nothing can be found in 10 million years some other guy will stumble onto our fossils and some asshole will begin to expound.... on a scientific study, with his cockroach science buddy the evidence could never be denied they were big dumb and slow, couldnt go with the flow their brains were small and they died dad tought me this song years ago, by a fellow named mark graham
