I’m not demented, depressed, or daft
I just fear for the future, of life on this craft
But our planet is a gannet, and while we breed, we are freed
From the haunting guilt of gluttony and greed
Two minds are not needed, to live through each day
Enjoy bits you do like, hide the others away
The utility function, of life from the seed
Is, do what you will do, to feed and to breed
The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes
But without a god, or a whole host of fakes
We scatter the seeds and beef up the meat
Cos DNA is indifferent, to which one we eat