But The Beards Would Be… Sorta Okay?

If everyone were just like me

The world would fall apart.

There’d be a passive love of science

But in practice only art.

There’d be a lot of people

Who don’t care what’s thought of them

When they’re writing crummy poems

At 10:08 PM.

There would be no magicians

(Or at least that are any good)

But everyone’s intentions

Would be perfectly understood.

If everyone were just like me

Very little would get done

But we’d be the best looking clones since Star Wars

And we’d have lots of understated fun.