Mixed Bag

Cut out the bad part Just like cancer The perfect solution The ultimate answer Oh, if only I could isolate The purest property Maybe I’d get a handle on My inhumanity Weed out the bad stuff Chaff from wheat Make the good half The thing complete Oh, if only we could separate The water from the oil The consummate broth, the ideal brew Before it started to boil One drop taints the mixture – Part and parcel of the mass The formula is its element One pupil is the class I’m a mixed bag, a curate’s egg – Take the bad with the good It’s only in this way modern man Can ever be understood Cut out the bad part Just like cancer The seismic solution The cosmic answer There’s Stephen Hawking In his old wheelchair Who would believe all infinity Could be rattling around in there?