Sometimes,
I think that
Our prided human
Masterpieces of civilization
Are just giant **** piles
On the earth.
Who needs
To live until they
Are 100+ years old, honestly...
We are a virus
That keeps adapting
To stay alive
And cheat death,
Which, I think,
Is our greatest achievement...
It is final
And one less person
Eating away at the place
That gave us life—back
To the earth to try
And help it heal.