Apocollapse - A Rap by DJ TazzieDog

Do fish in the deep, sleep?
Pectorals are stilled, no vibrational trill
Gills slowed to just a flutter
Hiding under shadows, undulating time
But this divine essence must return
To the human presence
Can't escape it, the egocentric
Let's face it, we live for the mirror,
Our preening interior struts
Rebuffs what we deem inferior
Our self-congratulation, adulation
Center of the universe excitation
Sadly dismisses those we share space with
Their place is based on our needs
What feeds our unrelenting appetite
Despite the signs that our mighty might
Antics, our pedantic insistence
That our resistance to "less is more"
Our unrelenting hoarding
Primordial rewarding for a species
Overstaying its welcome
Now playing the survival game
Has no one to blame but ourselves, a stain of shame
Contains our realization
That our end game is the end of
Civilization, as we know it
And the fish in the deep, asleep, not a peep
They're divine, they're sublime
Given time, they'll be just fine.