"Johnson" not only postulates the existence of a "creator," but then turns around and purports to tell us exactly hat that creator had in mind for us.
Oh, Herm, Herm, Herm, Herm, Herm - (pause for breath) - Herm, Herm, Herm. May I call you "Herm"? Yes, indeed, I postulate the existence of a "creator," as you call the entity. Personally, speaking for me, myself, and I, we call her "Priscilla." It's really quite complicated, but I shall endeavor to enlighten you on this topic in Priscilla's words, as channeled through her most obedient of vessels, me.
You see, Herm (may I call you "Herm"?), it's like this: I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together. See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly. I'm crying. Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come. Corporation tee-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday. Man, you been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long. I am the Eggman, they are the Eggmen. I am the Walrus, goo goo g'joob. Mister city policeman sitting. Pretty little policemen in a row. See how they fly like Lucy in the sky, see how they run. I'm crying, I'm crying. I'm crying, I'm crying. Yellow matter custard, dripping from a dead dog's eye. Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess, Boy, you been a naughty girl you let your knickers down. I am the Eggman, they are the Eggmen. I am the Walrus, goo goo g'joob.
Sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun. If the sun don't come, you get a tan from standing in the English rain. I am the Eggman, they are the Eggmen. I am the Walrus, goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob. Expert textpert choking smokers, don't you think the Joker laughs at you? See how they smile like pigs in a sty, see how they snied. I'm crying.
Semolina Pilchard, climbing up the Eiffel Tower. Elementary Penguin singing Hari Krishna. Man, you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allan Poe. I am the eggman, they are the eggmen. I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob. Goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob g'goo.
Well, Herm (may I call you "Herm"?), that's pretty much it. But I'll tell you this: I still tingle when I see lightning strike across the sky, because, contrary to what my dear old Aunt Jemima used to say, even the sturdiest double-wide will not provide secure shelter in the storm.
~Raymond J. "Ya Doesn't Hafta Call Me 'Johnson'" Johnson