NOTES FROM AN OBSERVER
I am not, as some claim,
A local resident. Many provinces
Less obscure than this, in this game,
Require my attention.
You have been, to put it mildly,
Less than kind to my last representative.
Your proclivities vary wildly
From being rather clever, as a species,
To behaving with incredible stupidity.
You cannot even properly dispose of your own feces.
Your planet was unusually abundant
In everything to help you do well,
But your slavery to your own fertility
Is rapidly sending it to hell.
In one respect, you have improved.
A larger part of your population
Has realized I am not behooved
You spend your time to kiss my ass.
But, otherwise, you stay benighted.
Your appetite for cruelty is undiminished.
Your greed, taste for blood...I'm undelighted.
I think, perhaps, to put your whole damned species on the shelf.
But then, I'm not too concerned;
You are moving rapidly that way yourself.