There is no
weather out in space,
There are no flowers on the moon,
There is no saving
without grace,
There are no winter storms in June,
There are no mornings after noon,
There is no
warmth in Death’s embrace,
There are no fashions in maroon,
There is no
life without a trace.
Announce
it in a southern drawl:
There ain’t no dinosaurs at all.
There is no
heaven in the sky,
There are no magic beanstalk beans,
There is no ‘not’
inside of ‘why?’
There are no stains in that which cleans,
There are no wrongs within our genes,
There is no ‘welcome’
in ‘good-bye’,
There are no ills from eating greens,
There is no
answer when we die.
Please
say it in the Voice of Doom:
There is no exit from the tomb.
There is no
window to the soul,
There are no miracles, in fact,
There is no
substance to a hole,
There are no spaces when we’re packed,
There are no sins which don’t detract,
There is no
view inside a bowl,
There are no codes which can’t be cracked,
There is no
noise like rock’n’ roll.
Declare
these words in crystal tones:
There is no life when all is bones.
Envoi:
These things should send you round the bend,
For life's a joke and should offend,
And surely even children know,
There is no nothing in the end.
Envoi:
These things should send you round the bend,
For life's a joke and should offend,
And surely even children know,
There is no nothing in the end.
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