The Last Paragon of Hope and Beauty

I've never felt so wrong about something in my entire life;
By that I mean that nothing i assert can be held to me.
I am completely irresponsible for all of my actions.

Perhaps this is immature.
Perhaps this is "gasp" blasphemous.

That is neither here nor there.

Perhaps this is the last vestige of hope in this mechanical world.

Wouldn't that be a bitch?
It's hard enough trying to cope
With some jamoke breathing down your neck.
How'd you like to sit in the Captain's Chair?

Wouldn't take it for the World...