I have a message for the future: Do what I say At the time I instruct Your existence is predicated on mine, According to mind, And thus we have each other in The mutually assured bind That is the only guarantee of peace Every step is prescription According to plan Made of space and conscription The present my lonely arm span Under a storm that umbrellas Over the law and the hand I carry the force of flagella My cells operate on demand Lightning and rain are no issue When all that I say will become Don't hand me ever a tissue If somehow I'm struck by the glum Control is the name of this game As every good human must know Loosen your grip and be shamed Unless you've retired to slow