FOOD FOR THE WORMS

Most people believe it's wrong to be sad,

That we each have a purpose and for that, to be glad,

Each positive Pete with his bloated ego,

Thinks their purpose in life is all happy, no woe,

They believe they'll do good, curing famine, disease,

They'll do good works, and the masses they'll please,

But observing the facts the way that we should,

We evolved for a purpose, neither bad nor real good,

Most of our lives we sleep and we eat,

Turning our bodies into big bags of meat

Alas, we must come to the terrible terms, 

The reason we exist is to be food for the worms.