Greetings professor how goes it?

Like every thing it just goes on
How it is all the same and no fun
In the midst of life we are undone
Robots in the thrall of machines

Sir, it is not easy being human

Aye and there’s the blow
When you realise how
You made it so
Long ago

We are not yet dead
You just need a good feed
Some things feel real

Aye, let us have good red meat
Vegetararians full of wind replete
May hence pollute the earth
In self righteous relief discreet
But we continue in atavistic glee
eating meat as in other time lines
I have eaten thee.