We’ve awaited you a year ago,
With many plans and hopes.
But you killed off so much dreams,
When I sleep, still hear their screams.
You’re gone and now far away,
Keep your Karma out of way!
You’ve brought such pile of shit,
All the cleaning kills my back.
The world won’t miss you, I do believe,
My parting gift is my fingertip!
The Population of spaceship Earth