It's the end of the world on Saturday night!
You wake up, well dressed, for Judgment Sunday morning.
The Garbage Can Globe transforms landfill sphere to offer
the natives some hide n' seek fun.

We were sitting on your roof when we saw the great flicker,
like a camera taking snapshots of the Earth.
Now fast-blast gusts go tsunami-fied rivers
And neon rock slime goes mountaintop explosion.

If you thought life was boring with it's small town non-happenings,
Then it's big, madhappy smiles for the great sight that's coming!
Will the armor core press get their last great story
or quit the ratings battle to see through eye, not lens?

It's fireworks bonanza, inspired Poet's stanza!

It's anarchy and love and peace
and death and life and no more lease!

It's the end of bills and oil spills
The end of days and sunshine rays!

It's all or nothing and both at once
The end of inmates counting months!

Take your photos all in vain,
Last darkroom perished in the flame!

Write your poems in your mind,
'Cause papers burn to leave no sign.

It's the end of this rock and it's venomous beasts,
'Till the afterlife calls, may we rest in peace!

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