Some seeds fall on fallow ground
And some on richer soil.
Some decry the maker's art
And some the workman's toil.

The world grows weary of itself;
It coughs and wipes its nose.
"I've seen it all before," it cries,
"As everybody knows."

So I've bought myself some real estate
A plot to plant some crops.
I'll be totally self-sufficient
When everything else stops.

It's all organic produce
Not a chemical in sight,
So quite a lot's gone missing
To insects and the blight.

The deer come for the lettuce,
The squirrels like the nuts,
A fox comes sniffing up the lane
And tests the chicken's huts.

Some will survive by artifice.
Some will survive by luck.
Some will not know what hit them
Whether car or plane or truck.

So enjoy the sixth extinction
As you're rolling down the chute.
We're all in this together
And we're all going to get the boot.