[b]My Kitchen Rules in the Final Days[/b]
The graphs and technical reports all tell
In one way or another the same dire thing
Our run they say is left too late to bring
Shred of any hope that could dispel
Despair as we rush towards the pending hell
More than my death my species extinction
All our grandchildren our civilization
Now we know for whom the bell doth toll
It tolls for life on Earth for most for mine
In this eyeblink instant we gobbled up
The oil and biosphere for all of time
Bred in plague proportions run amuk
We stare down the soul depths of oblivion
Drugged on My Kitchen Rules television.
January 2012