It beats down, unrelenting,
As predicted, we sizzle, melt or
Oh well! You think we've got it bad?
At least we're not with the frozen or the flooded.
Oooh, they've really got it bad.
We grow dark, metacystizing.
Skies in negative, sublimated.
Finally we feast.
Blood or bread, man?
I'll take some of each.
Oh no! Suddenly horrified,
We face another blaze to our systems.
We cannot douse it enough to cool
Our burning furnaces.
Oh Hell! Isn't it underground?
Not when you believe in evolution.
Oooh, we are tunneling underground,