Social animals tend to pursue
First rights to eat and to screw,
Vie for status with which
They’re fit to enrich
Themselves from raised rank in the queue.
But despite NTE’s debut,
We won’t evolve anything new;
During doom’s little glitch,
We’ll make no last-ditch switch:
The time left for changing is through.
The rich life is but for the few,
And it doesn’t include me or you;
Now we’ll never get rich
Or upgrade our niche,
The way we once hoped to do.
But when everything goes all askew,
Some people won’t only feel blue,
Or just simply bitch;
They’ll add some twisted itch
To the horror about to ensue.