The Gods Must Be Crazy

Was it truly evolved from Dust In which the bust of our hips Extended through limbs carrying a weight Of such a simple form The Gods must be crazy To expect a sturdy Foundation of particles Could serve as a vehicle Occasionally being replaced The Gods must be crazy To give us such brains To enhance body's with objects Never being the same The Gods must be crazy Hanging there heads in shame Granting powers to manipulate what the greatest God created in 7 days Finding punishment in the choices of our ways The Gods must be crazy Of many not knowing there names But paint of face In which no image is to trace That are questioned when we have no place The Gods must be crazy For giving us a right To think like switches A bulb turns on Whats dark now has light The Gods Must be Crazy For crazy are we To be blinded when a blind man sees