When the aliens come knocking
Will they find anyone home
Or humans just a myth to scare larvae
In the empire of giant cockroaches
Maybe we’ll live as huge vats of flesh
Plugged into smartphones and feeding tubes
Overdeveloped fingers and eyes
Legs and attention span atrophied away
Or maybe we’ll be here as ever we are
Dancing and drugging and fighting and loving
Some of us doing it on other balls of mud
I hope this last comes to pass
And people will be here to light a fire
To sing songs and dance and warm ourselves
Amid the cold machinery of the universe
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