Crash Pad Poem by Aram Stefanian

We're trying hard to solve the puzzle of the biosphere
To determine who was our distant forerunner
Through the centuries of arguments we've not come near
Does primate or divine ancestry matter to a goner?

In the long or short run, we are doomed to extinction
How much time do we have on our wrecking hands?
With the latest nuclear weapons we'll decrease population
Can we reap a profit from miles of barren lands?

In a global holy war there will be no fucking winners
The Earth might change its orbit for good or for bad
Who's gonna bring salvation for the faithful sinners?
For tomorrow night can you find me a crash pad?