Written by: ilene bauer

Say goodbye, because the world
Is coming to an end.
Do not shoot the messenger – 
I’m warning you, my friend.

Gather all ye rosebuds
(Even that which is a sled)
And have a final champagne toast
Or have a beer instead.

Do not fret – it’s destiny.
There’s nothing you can do.
Search on Google all you want 
And you won’t find a clue.

Watch your Showtime On Demand;
Tomorrow is too late.
For Carrie, Saul and Brody – well,
We’ll never know their fate.

You should heed the words I say;
Believe me, I’m not lyin’.
I’m lucky that the calendar
I bought last year was Mayan!