I voted today, for everything nice
for freedom that comes at a gods-given price
for the worms and the bees and the birds and the trees
and for Mars on his knees and for better advice.
Now gods don’t exist but they’d make you believe
that there’s truth to their being the world’s one reprieve
of everything normal, acute and assured
and of every profit that will be secured.
Sadly, that’s poppycock
We’re on the chopping block
that we installed when we just weren’t looking
and now it’s too late, to undo the booking.
(Sound of the whizz of the blade coming down.)