Imitosis

He's keeping busy

Yeah he's bleeding stones

With his machinations and his palindromes

It was anything but hear the voice

anything but hear the voice

It was anything but hear the voice

That says that we're all basically alone

Poor Professor Pynchon had only good intentions

When he put his Bunsen burners all away

And turning to a playground in a Petri dish

Where single cells would swing their fists

At anything that looks like easy prey

In this nature show that rages every day

It was then he heard his intuition say

We were all basically alone

And despite what all his studies had shown

That what's mistaken for closeness

Is just a case for mitosis

And why do some show no mercy

While others are painfully shy

Tell me doctor can you quantify

He just wants to know the reason, the reason why

Why do they congregate in groups of four

Scatter like a billion spores

And let the wind just carry them away?

How can kids be so mean?

Our famous doctor tried to glean

As he went home at the end of the day

In this nature show that rages every day

It was then he heard his intuition say

We were all basically alone

Despite what all his studies had shown

That what's mistaken for closeness

Is just a case of mitosis

Sure fatal doses of malcontent through osmosis

And why do some show no mercy

While others are painfully shy

Tell me doctor, can you quantify?

The reason why