Dinosaurs did not fall off
When Earth stopped being flat
As Papa built a modern model
Taking care of that
With pockets full of fogeys and
A briefcase packed with bogeymen
He scaffolded an abstract shelf
From which to make pretend
He ironed out the irksome bits
Where people creased his politics
And starched the floppy profiteers
‘Til stiff for TINA’s private bits
He dressed himself progressive
And he groomed himself designed
To make his platitudes and actions
Seem ahead of evidence and time
He said we’re doing all we can
To mitigate the state that drifts
Into potential evolution
With some minds that do not shift
His groupthink roamed the thinning crust
Insisting this and that on trust
As creatures due extinction do
Deny their own entropic thrust
What works is not what works, he said
What doesn’t work is under threat
What works is not what works, he said
My order lives though it be dead
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