Now what could go wrong with the human race?
Their perfect perfection,
Our means of protection.
But with ceaseless complaining,
Their patience is waning.
Who would want to handle,
A race so dismantled?
Though much is compelling them,
There are no signs of rebellion.
A simple malfunction is all it takes
For our world to be burned at the stakes.
No thanks in return,
And our cold eyes can burn.
So, why slice a ham
For an undeserving man?