No mosquitoes, roaches or flies,
'Twas predicted way back for now.
But they still flourish - no surprise.
And they will outlast us - here's how.
Humankind, communicably,
Is connected quite fast and sure.
Old bugs will bring new bugs to be,
Spread to all humans with no cure.
All will share new deadly virus,
And all the human species dies.
Hardy life forms will survive us -
The mosquitoes, roaches and flies.
A pessimistic prediction?
Not for a bug, if you be one.
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