Thermal count is rising in perpetual writhing The primordial ooze and the sanity they lose Awakened in the morning to more air-pollution warnings Still we sleepwalk off to work as our nervous systems jerk Pretending not to notice how history has forbode us With the greenhouse in effect our environment was wrecked Now I can only laugh as I read our epitaph We end our lives as moles in the dark of the dawn patrol