Chomsky and colorless green ideas Sleep furiously in cribs of nonsense Absurdity spread out on tortillas While cryptic messages will make you tense An esoteric group may gain power By seeming intellectual and bright They ring Pavlov's bell at every hour To make you salivate in blind delight But if you resist their conditioning Exchanging reflexes for careful thought It seems a matter of positioning Perhaps this whole damn game is not for naught So let's shirk our existential notions And slip calmly into Karmic oceans