Babel Bagels

One day Gaia was doodling
with sharp twig, on scribbly gum.
"Note to Self"
These big-brained bipeds
are getting far too cocky for their britches.
All the dumb-arses 
are becoming smarty-pants.
These bloody bipeds are building
bloody big Babel information towers 
all over the place.

Plagiarism is rife,
There's no room for original thought any more when:
Google stores every word,
every phase, every sentence,
everything that is written, and ever was written. 
Stored verboten in the cloud.
DuckDuckGo quarks and quacks are all up there as well.
Omniscience is their new religion.
We can't have that! 
It's time to confound them!

These biped are obsessed with self.
Their selfies, CCTV footages, videos, 
GPS tracks, images and snaps,
are stored in huge face book towers,
which now clutter the space time 
all the way up from Earth to Moon.

The cirrus clouds are dark, 
mumbling and rumbling
with all the chatter, texts and conversations
they must store for ever, 
up there for ever more.
For endless mindless biped 
re-runs to be replayed.

Biped evolution has stopped.
Too many Babel towers and silos.
We can't have that, now can we?
Time to bake some Babel Bagels
Time to put some holes in their self-centred buns.
I must speak to the termites about that.

"Note to Self"
The big-brained bipeds are done and dusted.
It's time for the Ants to take over 
as King of Beasts,
here on Planet Water.