Souls don't wear out, not if they're used right,
But hey, who's keeping track, am I right?
We've got positions to fill, a planet to pack—with empty bodies that will work
Overpopulation's a fabulous trend,
But there's not enough souls to lend.
So now we've got folks, bright and whole,
Except for one teensy issue—no soul.
You've met them, I'm sure, they're all around,
Vacant stares, opinions profound.
Scrolling, honking, screaming
All noice, no light
Living their best soulless life.
It's not their fault, it's simple math—
Too many humans, not enough spark.
So here we are, a cosmic joke,
Running on vibes and secondhand smoke.
Not much to do
So cheers to us, the overgrown lot,
Half of us soulless—and some just forgot.
