"It's Just Misunderstood"
In the light of the prophet's staff
I saw a nothing
A big dustball-shaped nothing
It hung its head and confessed
"I am a nothing," It sadly said
And then It hung its head down low
It grazed on the grass of the nothingness
And they were nothing together
There was peace in being nothing
Because maybe no one would hurt them
For nothings are often outcasts anyway
And no one has time for a nothing
Especially nothings that aren't friendly
And I Thought that is sad
Because everyone is a something
It's a shame to destroy a nothing
Because they truly are somebody
Maybe they are even happier than you
You just never know
Nothings and somethings should grow together
Feeding the great nothing or something
"It's just misunderstood," I want to say
I want to write it on the cosmos
That the misunderstood is often a nothing
And a nothing is often misunderstood
But if you ask me nothings are happier
They're happy because they're blessed
Maybe they're just somethings that don't care
Maybe they just don't want to participate
Maybe chewing grass is more fun than socializing
Maybe somethings are a colossal bore
Maybe somethings are annoying
Maybe nothings are so much more interesting
It's Just misunderstood
In Jesus' Name,
Amen