Somewhere around the first year ever
Somebody pulled a very wrong lever
And installed in the heads of the humans to come
What, on paper, looks brilliant but is really just dumb.
When man 1.0 emerged from the ocean
At the dawn of all time he was filled with the notion
That life as he knew it as far as he could see
Was something to be taken seriously
And a serious life, as he deemed at that time
Was to have the most wealth in the light of the lime.
So man 1.0 went on to fight wars,
To invent Gods and whiskey and sliding glass doors
Each sincerely believing his life was endowed
By something that made his life special somehow.
And meanwhile the malfunctions who wanted no power
Would sleep in on Sunday and sing in the shower
And wholeheartedly laugh at the hard-working host
Knowing he who wants least will end up with the most.
And so it continues by chance or by fate
That despite each progressive human update
The lever once thrown has not yet been undone
Thus why so many people have so little fun.