I’M A FANTANFROLICING MOLECULE IN ETERNITY

The world is full of famous people

Revered, remembered, re-cycled

Me? I’m a fantanfrolicing molecule in eternity

I’ve shoved my human status into a paper bag

Those remembered are cast in stone

Recorded on celluloid and digital media

We must speak softly and respectfully

Of them, they are to be revered

Not analysed, critiqued or otherwise mistreated

In their stead, there are people committed to their memories

Rejecting analysis, critiques or criticism, to the smallest doubt

Me? I rebel’ I am a rebel. I reject their dubious sanctity

And questionable morality. Me? I’m a fantanfrolicing molecule 

in eternity. I’ve shoved my human status into a paper bag

I reject pious seriousness. The dutiful, downcast eyes

The hand ready to inflict harm, in the name of propriety

Propriety? Such a heavy word loaded with synonyms

Decorum, respectability. decency, correctness ·

Appropriateness, good manners, courtesy, politeness

Rectitude, civility, modesty, demureness and conformity

 

All enforced with scrupulousness, meticulousness

And conscientiousness; a firm hand imposing morality

And ethics. The guardians of all that is proper

It’s a serious business protecting the dead

 

Maintaining tradition, preserving power and influence

Maintaining public order and crowd control

It would be improper of me to laugh, to make light

Of your situation; forgive me. I find you to be absurd

 

Don’t mind me. I’m a fantanfrolicing molecule in eternity

I’ve shoved my human status into a paper bag

If you find me, treat me with care

I cannot remember where I left myself