Will not see the deviation, for I never was, what all it stood for
Will not feel the twinge, for I couldn’t even pluck a single chord
Will not miss the 99 lbs, for I failed dismally to make an impact
Will not pause to lament, for I couldn’t follow its sense of tact
Will continue to churn out the unfit (Darwin’s) & clear its mess
Will settle for more harmony for there’ll be a grating note less
Will have enough up on its sleeves to replace me with another
Will be what it used to be, so shouldn’t I cease to exist rather???
