We’ve been weaving the rope of Fate
Since humankind’s earliest date,
From hunter and gather
To thinking they’d rather
Be planting the stuff that they ate.
With resources heedlessly chucked,
Most people’s lives really sucked:
Backbreaking and numbing,
(You knew this was coming)
Until they were royally fucked.
Their peaks have been passed, no retakes;
They can’t reverse their mistakes—
Wait—something’s not right—
Too slack or too tight?
The rope becomes tangled! It breaks!