unemployable

The day the aliens come,
the reckoning day, the day of last words,
I have something to say
just one thing,
if they’ll listen:

we know how bad it looks.

we know we’re ugly.
it's true, we sweat, we shit, some of us bleed,
we get old and wither,
we’re soft, we're not built to last,
we'd be so easy to squash,
but please don’t, because

we know we haven’t made it very far.
it's true, we’re still smashing electrons together,
drowning in melted continents,
baffled by consciousness,
but please,
just give us some more time, because

we know we’re deplorable,
it’s all true, we have
bombs pointed at our own planet, we have
children in factories making $500 jeans, we have
minstrel shows and frat house rapes and
ten thousand more reasons to kill us, but
please don’t, because

it’s all true,
everything we say
in our
songs.