"Welcome, my name is Luther. This is the world tour extravagant..
brought to you by the Oceanic Soup Kitchen...errrrr...excuse the raggedness
A blue embankment sits on my backside for your viewing pleasure
If I have to use the restroom, you'll be present...but will I do it? Never!
I specialize in "Human Impact" divisions, the real meaning of expert
I've purposefully been endeavored...encircling the sea is my pleasure
To show you how this fine Earth was birthed, conceived, or whatever
Pardon me if I veer off slightly while trying to keep this professional & kind
"--A talking turtle with a big mouth? I've heard less offensive crimes..."
Right then...the rise of civilization left the rest of us declined
As eventually, ungodly weapons nearly turned the epicenter fried
I saw the fishing nets, the firing galleys, the transportation of ancient slaves
Here I was, Luther the Old Clobberhead, hoping this race would fade away
You may be able to walk upright, huddled in that troubled abyss
but keep in mind...underwater, that air of superiority doesn't exist
Describing how sadistic your niche is would require extensive lists of nouns
The cradle of humanity was actually kind of cute...we wish it drowned
The truth is, to understand, you have to take the forsaken plunge
to the depths of the Dark Ages, when the Red Sea was stained with blood
Plagues came to vast lands, disturbing providences of emerging continents
I've never
seen such an expendable species exerting dominance...
You watch SpongeBob...I've had to listen to a dying urchin's somber wish
I, Luther, Bard of the Syllabic Gale, Elder of the Swell of the Wind
pray that someday the lost children of Pangaea be brought together again
Well... we're back ashore now, hope you've had a rowdy time
We've decided to recruit the Kraken to fuck you up personally if you get outta line."
Regards,
The Creatures of the Sea