Cruelty of competition The catastrophe of capitalism Egos and spite None of it calcifies Offering no advice To those who follow They will have to surmise It's hard to fossilize That which has no spine All the while the rest of us Composed of bone Can leave no record in stone If we're ground to dust In a world the color of rust Whatever follows us Will have to theorize All the different ways We may have died How disappointed They'll be when Unearthing the truth They will dig through Our plastic cocoons They will Have to theorize How we died