Oh God, I am tired of Steampunk
Of brass men and gas bags I’m sick
All that predictable, coal-driven crap
And all the gloved villains named “Dick”
Great Klono, I’m tired of space war
Of fleets zapping each other forthwith
That planetary bashing, those galaxies smashing
Were worn out by E. E. “Doc” Smith.
Lay waste to the Elves and their forests
The Dwarves? Brick ‘em up in their holes
Carpet-bomb Gondor, nuke the damned Ents
And feed all the Hobbits to Trolls.
Cyberpunks, welcome to meatspace
Your netdecks? Obsolete as last week
I flushed your damned nanobots right down the drain
I’m so tired of reading ’bout geeks
Christ, don’t get me started on vampires.
Lord, if I must pick just one genre
To erase from our earthly concern
I’d collect all the Steampunk, and with the last spark
Pile it up, and watch it all burn.