Macro indicators blink crimson red,
as stocks crash & coastlines convulse.
What goes ‘round doesn’t just come ‘round—
it seeps through groundwater, wheezes in smog,
& warbles in benzene-laced serenades.

Ain’t this lil planet wired, right?
Every blockchain port trade echoes through seabirds,
every market spike comes with coral crashes.

If ya can’t grok how seas entwine with life,
maybe yer mutant offspring will.
When chromosomes start hiccuping in
epigenetic feedback loops & limbs morph
into plastic fins err cadmium-covered gill-fronds
the message will be clear.

Ignore techno-trash savants,
braggin’ ‘bout “miracles of progress,”
while clutchin’ gilded chunks
ah dystopian code.

Yes, it's worth remembering what multi-millionaires
whisper in encrypted boardrooms—
“What’s wrong with tricyclic aromatics?
Or adding nanofog squirts ah chlorinated benzene
ta sweeten yield curves?”

A lil’ methyl mercury? Call it seasoning!
Hydro-furans? Garnish for brave trans-humans.
Asbestos nanofibrils? The fiber of a new civilization!

Yep. Yep. Yep.

So we toast to short-term gains,
& sing landfill lullabies,
while praying at the altars of excess
as entropy drips like molten code.

Alleluia to our algocracy,
turning oceans into spreadsheets
& crafting hymns to fabulous stupidity
and AI-generated quarterly reports for the elite!