If friends told you, a psycho lurked out there,
would you ignore them saying, 'I don't care'?
To him who cannot pose a cogent probe
into the meaning of his life, I'd state,
'a species made of meat, spun on a globe
amidst a billion trillion stars, is straight
up weird.' Imagination runs amuck
mulling scenarios from which to pluck.
The lazy minded lose their means to rise
above the barnyard dung, through which they lave.
Slow wits and apathy assure demise
or worse: rebirth next life again a slave.
Pirates, zombies and weasel-slime beware!
Unrighteous ethics are a sucker's dare.