After the Apocalypse, Please Water My Plant
This morning I looked up at the sky
and it was abruptly rent in twain
So I casually watered my new bonsai
and cast away all my pointless frets
I sat back in my seat and lit a cigarette
I sang a hymn and hummed its refrain
I felt like a dangling marionette
And all at once, life was simplified
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