Our promised plastic paradise
Has putrefied somehow
With too tall tails and caterwauls
Silk as spun from a sow
Counterfeit claims of highest aims
Have reached the lowest brow
Blessed be them never bought it then
We’re all paying for it now
Then in comes pantomime the sage
To land the fatal blow
With random rage from obscure age
To live is not to know
And if by chance we take a stance
That questions only flow
Oh truth be damned all must be rammed
Where fate has deemed it so
And as the earth to hell doth cry
With bags and rags at hand
Bitter minds ne’er do well to find
What’s left upon the strand
‘Twas meant to be as entropy
Proclaims heaven’s science
The piper’s paid love’s great charade
Devil’s due defiance
