Now, as a practical matter
It's pointless to address you directly here
Any probabilistic adjustments
Will dissolve in the sea
Of the everything-everyone-everywhere-ever-has-done
That you swallowed before

But let me sing with you
Daughters of the Anthropocene
Let me sing with you
Scions of it all
Will you lace up your shoes
And come dancing with me?
Let me sing with you
After we're gone

Still, no stochastic parrot
Has yet called on his nation
To knock back bleach
And if mermaids still linger at all here
They sing each to each
While your everything-everyone-ever-has-done
Blows the hinges from the Chinese room door

Oh, let me sing with you
Daughters of the Anthropocene
Let me sing with you
Scions of it all
Will you lace up your shoes
And come dancing with me?
Let me sing with you
After we're gone, gone
Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone

Infinite and gone
Do you hear the people sing?
Gone, gone, gone
Singularity