Everybody Knows That Nobody Knows

EVERYBODY KNOWS THAT NOBODY KNOWS The Paleolithic Era was a long time ago. It consisted of a few years in a row. That's pretty standard as eras go. I don't know what happened, but there's one thing I know. They didn't have any damned yards to mow. But nobody really knows. Ancient Times likely invented rhymes. And who knows, there might have been mimes. Even some who committed mime-crimes. I don't know what happened, but there are many times you run out of rhymes. But it doesn't matter anyway, cause nobody knows. In the Middle Ages, there were many outrages. I think they ran out of sages, maybe put people in cages. I don't know what happened, but it happened in stages, likely started with stagnant wages. But nobody really knows. The Renaissance they say was delightfully gay. lots of visitors wanted to stay. They invented swordplay or was it parfait? I don't know what happened, but they took a survey, and most of you don't either, ok! Not you, not anybody knows. During the Baroque, people learned to smoke. Newton did speak, he was this scientist bloke. "An apple a day keeps the doctor away", is exactly what he spoke. Outside of that, I don't know what happened. Some king likely choked on all the damned smoke, and you know, somewhere a fire needed stoked. But hell, nobody knows The Rococo was quite a big show. Marie Antoinette said from her window, "Just let me eat my cake, and the people can go…" I don't know what happened, but revolution was sewn, and somewhere someone moaned. Whatever, I don't know, nobody knows. Romanticism was like a prison. Inflation had risen, so Walt Whitman went fishin'. I don't know what happened, but I think there was kissin', and a buggy collision. But damn it, nobody knows! The 19th century was a time of discovery. Bonaparte invented the water loo, evolution came to Darwin while at the zoo. I don't know what happened. But I'm telling you, things must have happened, they always do. Just because nobody knows it could still be true. The 20th century wasn't the best. People ate bowls of dust that were hard to digest. In 1982, I got an abscess and failed my driver's test. I don't know what happened, but after I take a rest, I'll give it my best guess. But you know, no one knows, it's not a contest. The 21st century is still going on, nevertheless, not much is known. Just get on Google and leave me alone. I don't know what's happening, I've spent most of it prone, staring through the ceiling at the great unknown. Because everybody knows that nobody knows.