Purpose

Germs is the ultimate of you and I.

We are mere little fleas on the nuts of a fly.

small and helpless may we be,

we were born to serve 

and build the house in the tree.

though we all look to be above the tree,

upon the mountain.

work endlessly just for a sip from the fountain.

But what you really desire is a dip in the spring.

You want to be the one served when the dinner

bell rings.

Fuck it, you wouldn't even mind being the fat lady that sings.

However, the universe has you as the one serving dinner.

So what's your purpose if you're not a winner?