The story of our life

When you see a virus,
as big as a walrus, the etiquette will
be to stay still. Run of the mill,
up to the hill. Feel
the ideas exchanging in your head,
instead,
not even Madonna, mamma mia, is
fully immune to this
bacteria, and other microorganisms
will rule the Earth one day,
as us, we may
disappear down in history
as a footnote, the sixth civilization
passing by on this planet,
with nothing to notice, this hospice
nothing to last for another million years,
my dears, except for some radioactive waste,
from the waist up, what's up,
please stop the planet, you muppet,
I want to get out!