The beat drops

And uncertainty looms

Futures predicted

Ridiculous in their polyester getups

Sleuths will pursue the annals of this time

Lost for meaning and reason

A species wandering aimless

With nuclear weapons and edible panties

The bass resonates

And we still fuck up

We’ve perfected napalm

Rocket launched and on sale!

If we survive, the starships will coast

Planet to moon to asteroid

Trying to forget, like awkward teen years,

We their dumbass forbearers 

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