cryptic apocalyptic visions flip
elliptically across my brain
neurotic exotic erotic robotic mimes
stand in line and kick in time
How do they bear the strain?
Blazing cities collapse in ruin
rumors of war are all brewing
doom and gloomers, in fits of humor
warn of tumors and shed their bloomers
it’s almost the day of reckoning
of melting mountains and burning air
be there or be square; be sure to style your hair
wear gowns and tuxes and a boutonniere
Armageddon will be a formal affair.
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