This is far from teenage poetry, but Mr Mez has been writing songs again and this is what he has written.
ID
Long ago in ancient time, four thousand BC
The good lord made the mountains and the rivers and the sea
It took him just one week, not four billion years
But he buried lots of fossils to give us strange ideas
A tired god he surely was when he grabbed that lump of dirt
On the sixth day doing overtime, how the sweat clung to his shirt
He gave men nipples, put fingers on their feet
Saw that it was good and then went back to sleep
Well you sure fooled Chuck Darwin, lord
I’m feeling fine
A perfect man in a perfect world
Intelligent design
We didn’t come from quadrupeds and we didn’t come from fish
Spinal ills and foetal gills are all that we could wish
We got one mouth to eat, and drink and breathe and talk
If things get in each other’s way it’s surely for a cause
Now as a favour to a friend your intervention made
I don’t mind if you take back a few things as a trade
Appendices and prostates and nails and hair and more
Why don’t you intervene instead to stop poverty and war
I’m nailed here in wonder lord
At the possibility
That one and one might be a sum
Whose answer isn’t three
Just what kind of fool is it that doesn’t even know
If the answer’s not in Genesis, it’s on the gospel radio
Whales have legs and snakes lay eggs and scientists are insane
Comparative anatomy’s just a trap for fuzzy brains
Now I’m sure glad that I’m not mad enough to think that I
Am kin to cats and jellyfish, and those little things that fly
Created in god’s image, that’s enough for me
Like me and you he has bad days too and one sure was ID
Adam was a working man sweating in the heat
Said I got blisters on my fingers, lord
And I got fingers on my feet.
