I paste this pest to the bulb for test,
Trying to find a voltage to fry.
It reminds me of me, so sad,
It almost makes me cry.
But this is what we need to do,
Take one step at a time.
The bulb like the earth today,
We're given a very hot lime.
And the lime is getting further hot,
As we started to get clever.
Now all that progress is biting us back,
To oil and coal we should've said never.
Too late like this guy, so sad,
The temperature knob is not in control.
A boiling pot this air will be hot,
Prepare for the civilization to fall.
A lot to loose there's no fuse,
Hotter and hotter for this pest.
Half the land will be desert, for us,
And underwater the rest.
The crops will fail the farmers wail,
An end to all commerce and trade.
Nothing to make, market or sell, pure hell,
It will cut like a fillet blade.
Will regress to rats, or single cell,
And wait for the sun to grow.
The sun will eat the planet,
All a thermodynamic flow.
Then the heat death, a cold set,
When the atoms can't move anymore.
Nothing will stir, or confer,
It will be dead like before.
