Oh what a disgrace
To see the human race
In a rat race
Actually, rat and mouse, they are smart.
They may solve a maze. They are good trackers, too.
So the rat race is a smart race. No repetitions or no getting lost.
Unless, you ask them to run in a wheel like treadmill. Then, they are not going anywhere.
Some people even think about harnessing the energy to power a light bulb or recharge the battery.
So what is a rat race? against time or geography/space.
Oh what a disgrace
To see the human race
In a rat race
satellites in space
phone on your face
everybody runnin’
at an un-stopable pace
cool poem.
There was a wierd anedote I heard when I was a kid.
There was a fast runner. He also liked to boast. He did outrun everyone in the village.
One day a villager said to him so I heard you run very fast. The runner said yes.
“How fast?”
“Faster than the wind.”
“Ok I bet you may not outrun the Sun.”
"Oh ya. I bet I could. "
So he ran, tired and lost the bet.
The point of the story was that we have to know our limits.
Rat race may mean something bad.
However, working diligently like ants means something good. I think. Because ants gather food for the winter.
Oh, there was a second part of the story.
A Daoist priest said to the runner. Actually you do not have to run, the Sun will set in a few hours. Guess what the Sun will be behind you tommorrow when it rises up.
Pondering.
To cut to the chase;
The point of the story was that we have to learn and know about nature so that we may follow the way/path of the nature.
I’m lousy with rhymes
Oh what a disgrace
To see the human race
In a rat race
satellites in space
phone on your face
everybody runnin’
at an un-stopable pace
So much haste
What a waste
i think thats part of the fun Will’
ill bite.
Oh what a disgrace
To see the human race
In a rat race
satellites in space
phone on your face
everybody runnin’
at an un-stopable pace
So much haste
What a waste
zoning out to tv
like an episode of lost in space
finding time to choke down cans of cheeze paste,
drownin out our fears in beer
case after case
looking around in shame
at our collective expanding waists
Oh what a disgrace
To see the human race
In a rat race
satellites in space
phone on your face
everybody runnin’
at an un-stopable pace
So much haste
What a waste
zoning out to tv
like an episode of lost in space
while choking down cans of cheeze paste
drownin out our fears in beer
case after case
looking around in shame
at our collective expanding waists
choking
Smoking
Running ourselves into the ground
Forgetting Anansi’s stories
Leading ourselves with a carrot of haste
and a stick of waste
d time
Why run
When we can walk
Why scream into our cell phones
when we’re standing next to a nice girl
Have we forgotten to talk
It’s the song that matters
It’s the people that matter
To busy
Becoming mad like hatters
We are our own deserved disgrace
We are leading ourselves down a dirty maze
Trying to forget we’re running a rat’s race
for him
my bad. i edited.
Oh what a disgrace
To see the human race
In a rat race
satellites in space
phone on your face
everybody runnin’
at an un-stopable pace
So much haste
What a waste
zoning out to tv
like an episode of lost in space
while choking down cans of cheeze paste
drownin out our fears in beer
case after case
looking around in shame
at our collective expanding waists
choking
Smoking
Running ourselves into the ground
Forgetting Anansi’s stories
Leading ourselves with a carrot of haste
and a stick of waste
d time
Why run
When we can walk
Why scream into our cell phones
when we’re standing next to a nice girl
Have we forgotten to talk
It’s the song that matters
It’s the people that matter
To busy
Becoming mad like hatters
We are our own deserved disgrace
We are leading ourselves down a dirty maze
Trying to forget we’re running a rat’s race
for him
There once was a lady named Cager,
Who as the result of a wager,
Consented to f@rt
The entire oboe part
Of Mozart’s quartet in F-major.
I like the talky talky happy talk,
Talk about things you like to do,
You got to have a dream,
If you don’t have a dream,
How you gunna have a dream come true
Oh what a disgrace
To see the human race
In a rat race
satellites in space
phone on your face
everybody runnin’
at an un-stopable pace
So much haste
What a waste
zoning out to tv
like an episode of lost in space
while choking down cans of cheeze paste
drownin out our fears in beer
case after case
looking around in shame
at our collective expanding waists
choking
Smoking
Running ourselves into the ground
Forgetting Anansi’s stories
Leading ourselves with a carrot of haste
and a stick of waste
d time
Why run
When we can walk
Why scream into our cell phones
when we’re standing next to a nice girl
Have we forgotten to talk
It’s the song that matters
It’s the people that matter
To busy
Becoming mad like hatters
We are our own deserved disgrace
We are leading ourselves down a dirty maze
Trying to forget we’re running a rat’s race
for him
There once was a lady named Cager,
Who as the result of a wager,
Consented to f@rt
The entire oboe part
Of Mozart’s quartet in F-major.
hows this?
like the story of poor Cager,
strung out on shots of yager
sadly this is a typical case
showing in the end
we’re still no more
than stupid (mostly)hairless apes.
and not to sound hypocritical
so i must confess
for this is my true test
while writing most of my contribution
i was an alchohol fueled mess
lol yea yea, i failed creative writing too. but keep it going.
Oh what a disgrace
To see the human race
In a rat race
satellites in space
phone on your face
everybody runnin’
at an un-stopable pace
So much haste
What a waste
zoning out to tv
like an episode of lost in space
while choking down cans of cheeze paste
drownin out our fears in beer
case after case
looking around in shame
at our collective expanding waists
choking
Smoking
Running ourselves into the ground
Forgetting Anansi’s stories
Leading ourselves with a carrot of haste
and a stick of waste
d time
Why run
When we can walk
Why scream into our cell phones
when we’re standing next to a nice girl
Have we forgotten to talk
It’s the song that matters
It’s the people that matter
To busy
Becoming mad like hatters
We are our own deserved disgrace
We are leading ourselves down a dirty maze
Trying to forget we’re running a rat’s race
for him
There once was a lady named Cager,
Who as the result of a wager,
Consented to f@rt
The entire oboe part
Of Mozart’s quartet in F-major.
hows this?
like the story of poor Cager,
strung out on shots of yager
sadly this is a typical case
showing in the end
we’re still no more
than stupid (mostly)hairless apes.
and not to sound hypocritical
so i must confess
for this is my true test
while writing most of my contribution
i was an alchohol fueled mess
lost in a maze of what we must do
have to do
can’t not do
climb the walls and escape
Off topic of off topic.
The goal of the maze is that there is food at the destination.
Science people use the maze game to study learning and memory. Give the lab rat some chemical and see if it improves the game or shortening the time to goal. This is how they search the drug of tommorrow to help Alzheimer and the like.
Life can be a maze with a lot of twist and turns and many and many circles.
Our ability to solve maze puzzle is not as good as the rats!.
:eek:
Ya too rude!
When you think is peace and safety: A sudden destruction. Collective security for surety, ye-ah!
Don’t forget your history; Know your destiny: In the abundance of water, The fool is thirsty. Rat race, rat race, rat race!
Rat race! Oh, it’s a disgrace To see the human-race In a rat race, rat race! You got the horse race; You got the dog race; You got the human-race; But this is a rat race, rat race!
The rat running through the maze is running through life on someone elses terms. Who ever controls the maze, controls the rat. The rat believes that there is a reward at the end. The rat hopes that it will be the biggest piece of cheese ever. But the person controlling the maze controls the size of the cheese. So the rat runs through this maze and maybe ingnores or can’t spend enough time with Mrs. Rat and the little rats. So he keeps on running but it’s a really big maze. So he has to run through it at night and on weekends. He gets himself a little cell phone so he can communicate with other rats. He reads books on how to find the cheese quicker. Along the way he meets some Rats that are bigger and they block the way to the cheese. He manages to scrape up some cheese here and there. Just enough to buy more things that will maybe help him get to the mysterious big cheese. The rat wishes that he never started this race in the first place. The rat misses Mrs. Rat and the little rats. Every once in a while the Rat gets to see Mrs. Rat and the little rats. He loves those rats so much and wishes he could spend more time with them. The little rats are growing up so quick and he sees that they are already on their own little rat races.
A trully smart rat would jump over the side of the maze and escape the lab to live life on his own terms.
lol your one disgruntled rat dude.
“have some more cheese. theres nothing for you outside of the cage”.
remember that movie with rowdy roddy piper? i think it was called “they live”. its one of the first movies i remember watching as a kid. one of my favorites. i need to go watch it again one day. i thought about it walking through time square 42nd street today. that place can give you seizure… its ridiculous.
like i always said. marketing teams will destroy the world.
sit and ponder this.
Oh what a disgrace
To see the human race
In a rat race
satellites in space
phone on your face
everybody runnin’
at an un-stopable pace
So much haste
What a waste
zoning out to tv
like an episode of lost in space
finding time to choke down cans of cheeze paste
drownin out our fears in beer
case after case
looking around in shame
at our collective expanding waists
choking
Smoking
Running ourselves into the ground
Forgetting Anansi’s stories
Leading ourselves with a carrot of haste
and a stick of waste
d time
Why run
When we can walk
Why scream into our cell phones
when we’re standing next to a nice girl
Have we forgotten to talk
It’s the song that matters
It’s the people that matter
To busy
Becoming mad like hatters
We are our own deserved disgrace
We are leading ourselves down a dirty maze
Trying to forget we’re running a rat’s race
for him
There once was a lady named Cager,
Who as the result of a wager,
Consented to f@rt
The entire oboe part
Of Mozart’s quartet in F-major.
hows this?
like the story of poor Cager,
strung out on shots of yager
sadly this is a typical case
showing in the end
we’re still no more
than stupid (mostly)hairless apes.
and not to sound hypocritical
so i must confess
for this is my true test
while writing most of my contribution
i was an alchohol fueled mess
lost in a maze of what we must do
have to do
can’t not do
climb the walls and escape
ponder this misthanthropic topic
about the blind state of our race
like a daily reenactment of dante’s inferno (good book by the way)
creating a hell of our home
makes us seem not much more than infernal
most showing no concern to discern,
our confounding fate
some may think it wise to just wait for a change
for something lofty in turn
but with every loon abusing blind faith
learning how to create big booms
nukes and warplanes and finding new ways to shoot
and everyone going generally insane
it’ll probably be too late.
Just re-read my post.
I’m pathetic.
Changing my screen name to “Chief Rat”