It is too crowded
To live humanely
Troubles sprouted
From that mainly

I am but yet to be
I am the process
Straight or shady
All’s at my expense

Unless you do it
With inner flame
Crop of pursuit
Will be but, lame

Wise enough to keep their hive
For years multiplied by millions
Dinosaurs managed to survive
Without any troubles. Brilliant!

Via technological, industrial
And as well idiotic nose-dive
In several hundred millennials
We hit the finish line of our drive

A tatty, worn-out hose
And a teeny-tiny garden
Will take off, I suppose
Most the world’s burden

It can’t be, at all, true
That time per se heals
It, at best, prepares you
For fresh ***** deals

Where exactly
Do you look
To see yourself