Living’s a fatal pursuit
For creatures, however astute;
Though we were the master
At getting there faster,
As a rule, species do overshoot.
Forget about lumpers and splitters
And other kinds of bullshitters;
Every thing that we do,
We’re only trying to
Boost feel-good neurotransmitters.
When agriculture arose,
Storing wealth was one of its pros;
But some gained more status
In the social lattice,
Buying what pleasure they chose.
From there we went on to construct
A deal which for most people sucked;
But clout calms the jitters
And that is the reason we’re fucked.