All the mumbo jumbo
He said she had no balls
Accusations flying
Stalkers on the crawl
Hypocrisy in motion
Winners one and all
No confusion
Just illusions
Of where we are today
The mystery in history
Time and times again
Like a revolving door
What is
What\'s not
And what shall be:
Papa, tell your children: don\'t touch that forbidden tree.
Nourished by his mother
Weaned in meadows sweet
Without spot, or blemish
How succulent is the meat.