Humanity Poem by Unfortunate Fellow

Humanity is a curse,
it is the worst.
If aliens exist, we are them.
To animals we are mutants,
amalgamations that ruin their kin.
All so we can believe we're on top.
Truly we are on the bottom,
weaker than the weak.
Weaker than left and weaker than death.
We like to believe we are on top because it gives us hope.
We believe it because they let us.
The animals and plants laugh at our stupidity,
Oh, the pity.
The tall flesh think they are on top, but they aren't even close
That is what makes it joy-able the most.