Somewhere in the universe There lies a lonely planet With a billion manmade structures And only a dozen people on it
They haven't heard a single word Or felt it in the ocean tides That other planets keep avoiding them Because of their bad vibes
See, these people were the "greatest", They were the "best", they all agreed So much so that all the rest of us Were turned to maggot feed
And so the last few dozen people Couldn't share from what was left They picked each other one by one And continued their endless theft
Now these final dozen people They already had it all They were richer than God himself And each one of them stood tall
But when they looked around And they had no one to impress No hills to climb, no stocks to buy They got pretty depressed
When nature finally settled in And ate all of their homes She knocked three times and in she climbed To find them all alone
She asked them each if they would go And follow her to the unknown They nodded thrice, she hypnotized And gulped their bodies down
The earth stood still, the earth was quiet And nature was content The last few dozen people Swallowed with every last cent
Hi! I don't typically write poetry but this one kinda just happened and I wanted to put it somewhere so here it is. Sorry if it's not that well written, it's been several years since I really wrote anything. Enjoy. Or don't. Either way, please be nice.