In one of the final years
on one of the last days
of a life-supporting Earth,
Mr. & Mrs. Aggressive Careers
drive fast on many highways,
rev engines for all they're worth,
tight-lipped in grim defiance
of legal and traffic delays
to seek, promote and conserve
their financial independence,
even as smog thickens
over eyes, nose and throat,
press ahead in a trance,
too heart-lung sickened
to think of another route
while they wisely invest
their classic ride to the top
on Earth treasure bought and sold,
then after banking success
retire in style to get old,
wishing people would slow down,
they warn us of rabid excess,
"The World is out of control !"

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