The master plan

Think of  a secret lair, deep under the sea

This is the meeting spot of those called Thee

Thee are this worlds secret reign

Evil men with twisted brain

One of Their secrets, Thee don't age

That's just a bonus to Their wage

Their power and might is just immense

being one of Them makes lots of sense

That's why I invent pure wickedness

and scheme with lives likes pawns in chess

Be in Thee ranks, would be ascension

So all I need, is Their attention

All previous inventions failed

They burnt me, hit me and had me nailed

My plan contains a time machine

A dying race and bags of bean

I will travel back in time

just after life crawled out of slime

I will plant these beans all over

And come to think, maybe some clover

And when the dinos come around

They eat the beans...make farting sounds

These gases rising, causes commotion

And eventually it freezes the ocean

Dinosaurs can't stand the cold

they die out, their bones will mold

There is one problem, I confess

changing time...that's dangerous

We all know what caused their death
A meteor that takes your breath
So a week before this rock appears
I have them killed and say my cheers

You can call me killer of a race
with the unchanged future still in place
But now I am in some distress
I need this machine to have success

It's time to build and not to rhyme

I will see you at a better time

conclusion:
It takes a special mind to make immortality out of farts