Think of the best, then think of the worst,
Of where humanity might possibly burst.
Travelling here and travelling away,
Many are so fond, so fond to escape.
One has to admire evolutions work,
From atoms, to monkeys, to men hard at work.

Many conceited, precious or rich,
Though the question of questions is what makes that man rich?
Is it the kiss he was given by his mother that morning,
Or the kiss of the money that paid for his awning?
Usually I think, who gives a ****?
If your house is a shed or for a king made to fit?
Though the sad truth be told, and this is it,
Many do care, many give a ****.
Not for the forests, or people in Africa,
But the reputation the generosity earned them thereafter.