Darwin’s out of favor it seems
and the celestial band’s in play
no tyrannosaurus from long ago with the arc experience now the nation’s destination
A neighbor bit the bullet, built
his house underground on a tree-
less plain with turrets for his sub-
machine and rations from a tele-evangelist
No more care for the sick, no chair for the lame, all the lucre
to the bosses who’ve found the secret code in Charlie’s  survival of the fittest