Toads that hop along the road
Are squashed by tires as they go.
There are far too many, after all,
Do your best to squash some more.
People jump and people run,
I see them having so much fun,
While children bake and starve and die.
"Try to forget." "You should remember." "Why?"
The truth is the colossal joke
That if humans all went up in smoke,
The world would get on very well.
Let’s face it: we should to go to hell.
