As warped and wayward as humanity
Can be, too smart sometimes for our own good,
Our mind in service to insanity,
Incapable of reckoning as it should,
What might have been this planet’s paragon,
The pinnacle of evolution’s thrust
As measured by intelligence, not brawn,
Has proved exemplary in quenchless lust.
If there’s still hope we may at last grow wise
Before we’ve ruined our rare habitat,
Then our sad race will finally realize
Each one must be a true aristocrat,
Which means we’re ruled by only what is best:
To master this is our most urgent test.