The party of the troglodytes
had lost its man of steel,
and craved another overlord
to bring them all to heel.
The smirking trog turned down the job.
Folks knew he was a wanker.
The doctor couldn’t pull it off,
so then they tried the banker.
Meanwhile the planet’s heating up —
that’s not just trog hot air.
It’s carbon gases spewing out
from coal plants everywhere.
They must be shut before seas rise
and low land disappears.
But trogs in caves care only how
to save their own careers.
The banker trog had stepped outside
and sniffed the warming haze,