Civilization

Hell yeah, I’m happy

In fact, I’m exuberant

With all this technology

I’m beyond jubilant

Why go outside?

Or leave my house at all?

It’s dangerous out there

I could trip and fall

Who needs the stars?

Instead let’s have lights

Around the whole city

So I can work nights

Sleep? Who wants it?

Such a waste of time

When I could be thinking

Of a new rhyme

Nature, sky, breathable air

Who needs it? Who wants it? Who even cares?

I wake up too early

And sleep too late

In the big suburban home

Which I actually hate

Fueled by coffee

And tons of fast food

I sit at my job

And grow increasingly rude

Forget hunting or gathering

Or walking around

Taking in the breeze

My feet on the ground

Forget my roots,

I’m past the desire

To sit with my tribe

And stare at the fire

It’s progress, I say

I throw out all my refrain

For a system which I

Can’t help but disdain

It’s the march of humanity

The beat of the drum

Just greater insanity

With more to come

What I was built for

Is now quite far gone

Replaced by the cities

In which I’ll live long

As buildings get taller, my brain just get smaller

And suicide rates - they keep on climbing

Civilization is truly

A beautiful thing