There was a time I grieved
For what seems to be the imminence
Of mankind's ultimate defeat
At its own hands.
As the days have gone on
Each slowly limping off stage bruised and violated
I've come to a new view
It may be well time for the planet to swallow us whole.
Mother Earth may just turn out to be Mother-in-Law Earth, eh?
Moral of the story:
Don't bite the hand that feeds you.
OR
Don't fill that hand with a bunch of chattering useless monkeys who seemingly are only good at fucking things up, or else it will, rightly, chomp down on your ass.