These imperfections

These infections

That all of you introduced me to

(When I was waddling

Wrapped in swaddling

One or two)

Have become habits

Automatic

Second nature. I hope you're happy

With these beasts like me you've made

'Cause we're sick boys and

We've been poisoned

But by your standards we're just fine

Especially when we make your grade

So here you have "La Ferme de Pavlov."

Here we are, mouths watering over

Girls and guns

But I won't race in-

To formation

Like the others if the big flood ever comes

'Cause I've got theorems

They're the serums

For diseases you disseminate

See Reason's Might hide

Behind my right eye

Look at my left, it's full of dreams

I open one up, close the other

Depending on the situation

I'm perfecting how to operate

So that when the Flood comes

This Gadfly flies away