Written by some mad man
Who cannot do but do only as the plan
In detail ascribes more than
To many with cut out eyes
Who cannot disguise
Their desire to climb higher
The corporate ladders rise
And now and then freely criticize
To make themselves heard and wise
On they climb with hand on the plan
Quoting it as does an imman
To his grand clan
The holy teachings of his quoran
All the while oblivious to notion
That eventually permanent change is all that exists
And that all planmakers should cease and desist
From that what it is they seek and insist
Must be included in the plan
To avoid the twist of fate that they cannot see
But deep down know it must surely
Come and call the worrisome tune
That planning the plan is the road to ruin
OF empires and states, kingdoms and heaven
An the plan to build them and get to them
All too soon, crumbles and fades in some
Distant memory, as change takes hold for those that can see
Lifes honesty has provided a ban
On the creator fixer that did began
The grandest notions of an unintelligible man
Who thought he or she was definitively it
But was not aware of the planets wit
To chew the biggest plans of design
Of every civilization, those chose to rise
From that of Japan
To Persian Iran
To the many faces of a place called stan
That were sometimes visited by a curious man
From the Inca's , Aztec's, and Egyptian clans
To Athenia, Sparta, and the Normans
All came and went with that wynd
Obsequious charachters with that mind
Who thought the same, of similar kind
To not take heed of any sign
Which might suggest another design
BY the ever expanding Universal truth
Of black holes, quasars, and solar light
Of fusion and waves, and stars of bright
Colours and distance from out of sight
That cannot be witnessed
But through the night sky of black.