The creatures toiled
Upon the land
They built machines
To ease the work
Created engines
To drive the cogs
And fueled it all
With all that burned

For every thing
The creatures made
Five other things
Were thrown away

For every turn
Of every cog
The fuel they burned
Created smog

‘Til over time
Before too long
In fact, before
The fuel was gone

Their world could not
Sustain their waste
The climate changed
With break neck pace