My friend Og sat in front of his cave, sighing that things were just too darned complex. He looked at me and said:

It’s just all this complexity
Compounded by perplexity
And I confess that I don’t have a clue
The sun comes up too early
And my neighbor’s getting surly
And to top it all my woman’s overdue
As a family we were happy
And though most times things were crappy
We at least had food to eat and clothes to wear
But our families got together
And became a clan to weather
All the storms and strife we could no longer bear
After that we went to tribal
And although that made us liable
To the strains that growing large would put us through
For a time things were just great and
We became a city state and
Did I say my woman says she’s overdue
There was never a vacation
We became a big time nation
And we conquered those around us to survive
And of course you know the story
It was Empire and glory
It was conquer or we’d cease to be alive
When collapse came it came quickly
And my woman got quite prickly
I was Emperor of all that was in view
But now here I sit in sorrow
Broke, in debt, with no tomorrow
And my woman, friend, is three weeks overdue