Dr. Mole and Mrs. Vole - A Comedy of Fears

Creation!
Life itself!
This Universal libation!
Magnificent Blue Planet!
Vibrant! Top shelf!
Mankind, humankind!
People! Amazing people!
What an amazing find!
Genetically engineered people!
Hmmm?! Really altering reality!
Changeling gods, das ultimate plan!
Some messed up duality!
Will! Perhaps science can!
GMO organisms, GMO plants, GMO animals.
Hey! Someone's rewriting this unfolding mystery!
This is fantastic! This will be recorded in historic channels!
This will be written, digitally etched into timeless annals!
But wait a fucking minute!
This must be some kind of Agatha Christie,
No! A Darth Vader mastery!
GMO people! GMO woman! GMO man!
What the fuck! Yes we can! Yes we can!
A brand spanking new Adam and Eve!
A little bit of magic! Look, nothing up my sleeve!
Genetically engineering . . . !
Genetically modifying . . . !
Now where is that changeling rabbit that was in my magic hat?
Hey! Wait a fucking minute!
Captain Kirk! Who is at the helm of this Starship?!
Khan? Are you fucking doing the steering?!
Oh! God will be so mad!
Changing his Sacred Holy plan!
I'm quivering a bit now, this seems so fucking bad!
Oh my! Oh my goodness! Oh God! Oh woman! Oh man!
With that thought, my hand slapped to my forehead!
Oh man! Oh man! Oh man! God's gonna be so mad!
Oh geez! Oh geez! Oh pleez! We're gonna be dead!
Genetically modifying!
Isn't this black magic life like sodomy!
Isn't this some devil worshiping dichotomy?!
Take a nice ripe strand of human DNA,
With mask and gloves on, maybe blinders on too,
In some secret underground lab,
For this sordid roll in the hay!
Okay! Okay! Now just settle down!
Hey, wait a fucking minute!
Do we think God is some fucking mad clown?!
Or is science and those mad scientists,
Is that? Are they? The craziest ones around?!
Oh my! Oh Lord! Oh Good God!
Take that sacred strand of DNA,
Carefully snip it and splice it,
Manipulate fyfe, create artificial life . . .
Paint abstract lines with all this strife,
Psychedelia wades up this hypocritical stream,
Whoa! Whoa! Just hang on for a second there Mr. Scienceman!
Put the brakes on Mr. Van Gogh du Marquee Esprit with your GMO dream!
Create life?! Like our Creator has! Like God did and does!
Oh my! Oh my! My little braided mind is spinning now!
I'm feeling flushed and really dizzy!
Oh man! Oh man! Oh Holy Cow!
This is some kind of science fiction tizzy!
Oh geez! Oh pa-----leez! Just wait a minute Lizzy!
This isn't, Henry the Eighth science is it?!
No way! No way! From the tower to the chopping block,
Cutting off heads so the blood spurts gloriously out!
Blood gushing from the neck, while eyes roll, and ears still hear,
Is God near now? With all that gore and sixteenth century fear?!
Ewww! What kind of guy . . . what kind of King?!
Just so he could say the Pope was a dope,
Just so he could hatch a divorce, that pathetic captor,
His wife's severed head beginning some new variant chapter!
Toppled into a bloodied messed up basket!
So he could be King without any remorse!
Man! Oh man! This isn't soap on a string!
This isn't some dope at the end of a rope!
Seems the play is the thing!
Hey! That line has a pretty nice ring!
Don't you think?
Kablink! Kablink! But don't blink!
Or does this entire play kind of stink?
After the third act we'll all need a tall strong drink!
Geez! Rink-a-dink-dink! This ship is going to sink!
I don't know! I'm just a regular Joe!
I'm just a simple little dink, a genuine shmoe!
No mad scientist, no microscope, no soap on a rope,
Certainly no King, and I know I'm not God, or 'A' god!
For God's sake! God gave me this soul and mind and flesh and bod!
Okay, so let's just settle down, all settle down . . .
Whew! Take a big breath, clear our minds,
Maybe if we all just slow down for a sec,
Just maybe we'll realize, that we shouldn't be playing god,
We shouldn't be fooling around with DNA and sacred creation,
If we stopped  for a second, we'd understand that,
Shouldn't be happening at all,
Not in any ritzy lab or modulating station!
Oh rats! Oh holy cats!
Genetic engineering!
Weaving new life . . .
Oh good golly Miss Molly!
Who's wielding that sharp science knife?!
Who's in control?! I'm shouting, I know that now!
Okay, I'm going to try to quiet down somehow.
Take a deeeeeeeep breath, clear my boggled mind,
Ommmmmmmmmmmmm! Mani Padme Hum Ommm!
Can you hear the wind in the willows?
Is that a real scientist . . . dressed all in white . . .
With his mask and his gloves, with his keen science knife?
Everything neat and tucked in tight!
Yes! Yes! I see more clearly now!
Just give me a second so I can focus my rife sight,
My oh my! Well whadaya know! 
Indeed! It is Mister Mole!
I thought that furry little devil looked so . . . ?
Familiar! Wickedly so! I know! I know!
Look! There that little devil goes!
He's scrambled back into his little mole hole!
Oh geez! Oh geez! Oh God! Oh pleez!
Is Dr. Mole taking a tunnel down to hell,
For a conference with that master changeling hisself!
With Lucifer's autographed book of alchemy sitting high on Mole's shelf, demon devil!
So is mad Dr. Mole working secretly on some other level?
There's going to be hell to pay!
I'm sure of it! I'm convinced, this is so messed up!
But when we see how messed up it is,
Who's going to fess up?!
Who's going to say, "Oh! Sorry folks! Sorry God! We messed up! I messed up, hahaha!"
"I kind of feel sheepish now, hehehe!"
"But please don't be mad! By the way, that sheep we made,
that cute little woolly Dolly! Oh by golly! She was a sweet thing!"
"Wasn't she a sweet thing?! Oh my, suddenly I'm feeling all hot!"
"Whew! A bit embarrassed I guess, cuz I seem to be turning all purple and red!"
"Hehehe! Oh those guilty ones! Not me! No sirree!
But those others, they sure know how to spin a fine line!"
Okay! Take a deep breath and remember not to whine.
Oh my! Oh my! Now I'm feeling so much dismay!
But come on now! Who the hell is going to fess up and pay?
Who's responsible for all this messed up play!
Genetically modifying the world like some toy,
Genetically engineering a new girl and boy,
Or are those superhuman soldiers you're making?
How many souls have been lost with this grave undertaking?
Oh this is so alarming! Really  Dr. Mole, frighteningly disarming!
These experiments of yours are not even close to being charming!
This isn't like hybridizing peas or cross pollinating with bees,
Or any kind of good farming! Don't you see!
Open your eyes and your narrow profit mind,
there is no margin for this kind of rancid bargain.
Don't you see what your harming?
Or is that your true ultimate goal?
Mr. Mad Scientist Mole and compliant Mrs. Shareholder Vole,
Don't you see you're digging a huge hole!
Oh my! Oh geez! God is going to be so damn mad!
Or do you think God will somehow be glad?!
Do you think you'll get to heaven,
Where God will pat you on the back,
Tussle your hair with his Holy hand?
Say, "Good boys and girls! You've done such a splendid job!"
"Just like Steve Jobs did, him making that Iphone!"
"Oh just a sec my children, that's my ring tone, I need to take this call!"
So God is busy, taking a billion calls, toddling down the shopping mall,
And here we are lingering, down on cool planet earth,
Genetically modifying, so Colonel Handles and Uncle MacDonald,
Can have something new at their fast food venues,
A Chicktator burger, or McMooupchuck dinner on their menus,
Could be take-out, or take-away, at that fine modern diner,
With fifty different GMO herbs and GMO spices,
Don't forget that special GMO sauce that'll make the plastic seem even finer,
Looky here, that GMO food even splices and dices!
Oh united! Such gladness and happiness! Life full of mirth!
Celebrating scientific victory after profiteering victory!
But now let's just carefully measure, modifying possibilities,
How about three months from conception to birth!
What has all this done to the breadth of your girth!
Hmmm! Okay, so we've put on a few pounds.
Who cares!@Life is short!
Besides, Fukushima is still melting down, and that we can't abort,
And ISIL, well hell, those fool fanatics are still raging around,
And Colonel Handles and Uncle MacDonald and Mr. Monstrosito,
Well heck, they still need to make a big profit!
And believe me this isn't some Vatican Descanto!
But Hark! Off in the distance!
That voice, calling to us from the wilderness!
Listen intently and oh so very closely!
Cup your ear with your hand, so you better understand!
Is that some prophet, wailing in his madness!
Or is that just mother nature, crying because of her sadness!
Or some singing forest, a chorus caroling Holy songs!
Nah! You're imaging things! We're imagining some fake golden things,
Forests don't sing! You foolish twerp!
Those sounds are just distant bells and various rings,
Up on fat cat street, down on Wall street, over on Fleet street,
Where Shopmart traders get together and meet.
But still, someone's splicing and dicing,
Every little thing spliced and diced, particularly nano nice!
Chopping some GMO onions to cook up with that GMO rice!
And GMO corn, GMO rape seed, GMO potatoes, and GMO wheat.
GMO, GMO, GMO, GMO, GMO animals, a real GMO treat!
Okay! Whoa again!
How much of this messed up stuff do we need?
Genetically engineering, switching things up,
A nice shiny mirror image, of what once filled our cup,
So, creating GMO life, modifying DNA with your big science knife,
Let's see what you've done, take a close look in the mirror,
Hmmm! Not quite believing my eyes, scratching my head here,
Not quite sure if I agree with all that I see.
Okay! Another deep breath, take a closer look at what is truly there.
Ommmmmmmmmmmmmmm! Mani Padme Hum Ommm!
Live and let live!
But remember, this is the human race,
We're supposed to be full of grace,
Looking into that magic mirror on the wall,
Is there any good reflected, real good that we should embrace?
Oh my! Oh my! This doesn't appear to be well thought out,
Staring at that image, an opposite reflective view!
Live looks like evil! So fiendishly backwards!
Aren't we supposed to be traveling forwards?
Oh shit! Why didn't someone say something in the first place!
I'm panicking now, beginning to tear out my hair!
Why couldn't we see? Evil is actively motivating this race!
Geez! We should have known better!
You know! Cuz God is going to be so mad!
In the beginning, God spoke these words,
"Let there be light!"
In the beginning this was God's show!
But now! Oh Holy Cow!
We're in trouble Big Brother!
Lamenting our poor ailing Mother!
Our failing planet, this wounded earth!
She's not so full of happy, and I don't see much joy or mirth,
She's grieving for all her children,
Every living thing is suffering,
All the plants and the birds,
All the lions and tigers, elephants too,
Giraffes and rhinos,
Those few exotic whales,
Still sounding and still remarkably blue.
Mother Earth she's weeping, for all things she once had,
All the moles and the voles,
All the females and males.
Oh God is going to be so mad!
I can tell you, we haven't been careful,
God's not going to be glad!
If God comes down to earth,
Comes here as flesh and blood, in some miracle,
Wanting to talk with his creatures, like some oracle,
Wanting to enjoy a sunny walk through this jungle, His Eden!
Wait a minute! I think we need to hide our heads in shame,
Not just bury our dumb heads in the sand,
That's pretty fucking lame!
Just the same, just the same,
So we've polluted this earth,
We've saluted some obnoxious stupid flags,
Those uncaring things would have made better rags,
We've paid Kings handsomely,
Or was that payment most often a ransom? Gee!
Oh God is going to be so damn mad!
He's going to give us the finger!
Likely he'll wipe us off his map,
Cuz brother we've fallen,
Into our own damn trap!
Now we're in debt, cuz we've gambled it all away,
Now we're going to have to pay!
Pay dearly, I'm sure!
Pay with our lives!
Pay with our souls!
All because of covetous foolish kings and belligerent stupid queens,
And ignorant careless presidents, reckless governments and other greedy has-beens,
All because of grabby Mrs. Vole and dastardly Mr. Mole.
God is going to come around and find us,
When he does, he'll grind and chew us up, spit us out,
Feed us to his three headed dog that is always enraged,
While the devil squats there on his hot rock, patiently waiting in hell,
Laughing his head off, raking his ragged horns against his hell fire cage,
Basking in those infernal flames, pleading with God to let him loose again,
Ready to clamber out of that rotten bog, dragging and rattling his heavy chains,
Rise out of his horrid punishing shame, arise once again with his chastening game,
Ready to pick through all the stinking garbage, GMO leftovers and rubbish remnants,
Dressed to the hilt in Satan's finest hellfire vestments,
That inevitably, when we're gone after this critical run,
After all testaments have been spoken and are finally done,
Thus nothing but a decaying planet remains,
Void of hybrid strains or anything or anyone,
Vacant and feral, spinning 'round a morose forgotten sun.