A billion years of sunbathing
A million misbehaving
A hundred thousand
Daft apes evolve
All ranting and a’ raving
Dumping seeds, and playing with fire
Then, ten thousand years of tooling
A thousand years, being well fed up
And a hundred years of schooling
Ten years, to meet your AI peers
One year to avoid, homo-cide
A month, a week, last day…
To submit…
And surprise, tick tick, you died
Touching cloth, and praying to be forgiven
Risking being saved, at the last minute of livin’
It’s like that goal
Of many a poor soul
To spend your last penny
The last day, you’re alive
It’s economically nimble
And legally simple
Unless, you possess
Slaves, children or wives
Or you support good causes
Which need more resources
In order for them to thrive
So, better the mighty you know
Than the devil below
Forced to divide, everything, to survive
Though, there’s plenty on Earth to go round
But, take your pick, cos you can’t have both
For the survival problem, was replaced, for some
With an un-Earthly obsession, for growth
Such a craving for merit
Our successors, are bound to inherit