Where's the Funk!

We ate the stars, we drank the void. Engineered to never

be annoyed. No waste, no stink, no bathroom stalls. The perfect human's

flaws recalled. No waste, no smell, their future divine. Otters laugh loud

at your streamline design. You traded your guts for a sterile dream,

but we'll keep rocking in the cosmic sea. Genetic tweaks, efficiency is king,

but what's a world without the messy things? No sweat, no funk,

no earthy tones, just sterile silence in your perfect homes. We'll spill our

drinks, we'll make a mess. We'll stink of joy and chaos,