to the kings of the food chain
who walk upright on two legs
petting, naming, and nurturing your eggs
to the big bang's royalty
we vegetate like plant like
just to bask in your ultraviolet glory
ten thousand years since our creator has showed
we are the termites of a concrete jungle
our second coming never came

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