How sadly it's come to this:

the apotheosis

of our egos' mad desires.

 

Now all this nightmare requires

of us to finalise

matters is to analyse

 

our crude methodology

and, sans apology

give the Earth one last, good kick -

 

yes, that ought to do the trick -

then drink to its poor health.

We've raped it of all its wealth,

 

we've torn it and tortured it

and left behind us shit

and unremitting misery.

 

Aren't we just derisory?

We ought to burn in shame

(hell, there's no-one else to blame!)