You learn your lines, you hit your mark,
you say your lines. Tomorrow...? Dark!
Your measur'd words "of wine and roses"...?
Bullshit! Life's a blot.
You aren't. Then, for awhile, you are.
Then you're -- forever -- not.
Your rhymes oblique, "when lilacs last"...?
Baloney! You've one shot.
You aren't. Then, for awhile, you are.
The rest of time you're not.
Your Golden Rule...? You're April's Fool!
Your mankind...? Not so hot.
You aren't. Then, for awhile, you are.
The rest is not worth squat.
To death from birth: the lot's not worth
a tittle -- less a jot.
You aren't. Then, for awhile, you are.
So...? Shut up! Hit your spot!
