Jan Sand (February 2 1926 / USA)
The problem lies,
The expert said,
With the head.
We must be wise
Our logic skills.
The head, you see,
Clots up the nerves.
It complicates, you must agree,
All else. If one observes
The utmost in economy
We must strive to free
Essential parts from distractions.
The eyes, the ears, the tongue, the nose -
We can dispense with all of those.
The brain will generate abstractions:
A useless frill
Such as free will,
Such as a tendency to dream
And consciousness, which may stream, -
All extras which we must discard,
An exercise which may prove hard
But, in the end,
Will heal and mend
And prove to be a winning card.
This prototype can be
The ultimate Humanity.
It’s headless, but manages quite well.
No thoughts of heaven, or of hell,
A total loss of scrappiness
Results in perfect happiness.
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