This reminded me so much of a piece that was popular on Dr. Demento when I was a pup - the "Deteriorata", pasted below (which actually became a lot funnier for me, when I heard what it was a parody of, "Desiderata").

  Go placidly amid the noise and waste
  And remember what comfort there may be in owning a piece thereof
  Avoid quiet and passive persons, unless you are in need of sleep
  Rotate your tires

  Speak glowingly of those greater than yourself
  And heed well their advice, even though they be turkeys
  Know what to kiss, and when

  Consider that two wrongs never make a right, but that three do
  Wherever possible, put people on hold
  Be comforted that in the face of all aridity and disillusionment
  And despite the changing fortunes of time
  There is always a big future in computer maintenance

  You are a fluke of the universe
  You have no right to be here
  And whether you can hear it or not
  The universe is laughing behind your back

  Remember The Pueblo
  Strive at all times to bend, fold, spindle, and mutilate
  Know yourself
  If you need help, call the FBI
  Exercise caution in your daily affairs
  Especially with those persons closest to you -
  That lemon on your left, for instance

  Be assured that a walk through the ocean of most souls
  Would scarcely get your feet wet
  Fall not in love therefore. It will stick to your face
  Gracefully surrender the things of youth: birds, clean air, tuna, Taiwan
  And let not the sands of time get in your lunch

  Hire people with hooks
  For a good time, call 606-4311. Ask for Ken
  Take heart in the bedeepening gloom
  That your dog is finally getting enough cheese
  And reflect that whatever fortune may be your lot
  It could only be worse in Milwaukee

  You are a fluke of the universe
  You have no right to be here
  And whether you can hear it or not
  The universe is laughing behind your back

  Therefore, make peace with your god
  Whatever you perceive him to be - hairy thunderer, or cosmic muffin
  With all its hopes, dreams, promises, and urban renewal
  The world continues to deteriorate
  Give up!

  You are a fluke of the universe
  You have no right to be here
  And whether you can hear it or not
  The universe is laughing behind your back