The Perfect Ending

Through all the cutting and chopping
The seeds had been plotting their revenge
Biding their time
Till the wells had run dry
Conspiring with the sun to fry
All the edible vegetation
And leave behind
Only the most aggressive creepers and vines
A panoply
In the canopy
Started to advance
Towards the concrete grey of the city
Unable to retreat
It was an easy victory
An ignominious
Defeat

This upright fleshy parasite had been incredibly short-sighted
Try as they might to shrink-wrap the creeping sense of doom
Convince themselves the years of warnings would never come true
Focus their attentions on upgrading their iPhone 21s to the brand new iPhone 22
The holes were too big (The holes were too big)
The boats too few (The boats too few)
The holes were too big (The holes were too big)
The boats too few (The boats too few)
The boats too few