Another theory has it we are all bird droppings,
cast off by the legendary Roc
from the Arabian Nights,
which have come to life --
only the white part of the dropping
early on cheated the black part
of the dropping,
enslaving them forever.
So you've got to figure out if
you're the pale part or the
dark part, and then act
accordingly.
But that's just so much pigeon wax,
according to the Marmalade Research Institute;
they insist that a cabal of displaced distillers
of rose water got together in the fourteenth
century to create the illusion of wealth
and breed a deep seated suspicion
of frivolity.
They succeeded so well that today
we are wealthier than anyone was
back in the fourteenth century,
and enjoy a better understanding
of frivolity.
We vote it into and out of office
on a regular basis.
But of course the Marmalade Institute
is riddled with crypto-arrivistes;
their secret agenda is to provide
wheat germ for the masses.
Me, I believe that all men are unbalanced
on an equal basis --
but that some are probably more
balanced than others.
Like my ex brother-in-law who bought
us a chicken farm without
warning us about the feather lice.
He was loaded with that illusionary wealth.
And died just last week
because he didn't believe in wearing a mask.
He called it a conspiracy.
I call it karma.
. . . And the Roc just keeps
pooping away.
