Near Term Extinction and Hierarchy

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.