Irrational Man Poem by Linda Hepner

Glory be to the irrational man
Whose leaps and bounces go where children can
And that's how he discovers cosmic rays and suns
Which he won't use to make up bombs or guns;

He'll paint a picture, write a book or sing
And praise the Lord for making everything,
But if he's wise - he isn't - he'll just toe the line
And drown frustrations in a glass of wine.

If only rationality was what
God gave to Man within His garden plot;
But God gave Rules, and Man had blindly to obey,
And when he didn't, had to leave and pay.

We wish God let us have our cake and eat it;
A phrase that serpents tell us: 'Now repeat it! '
We haven't worked out where exactly logic lies,
Or where it goes or how it lives or dies;

We never will, so we will carry on
Our heedless ways, no real rhyme or reason,
Inventing rituals, myths, and rules to suit the strong,
So long as we can dream and sing our song