Asteroid
Sixty-five million years B.C.
No human being around to see
Near total extinction: a catastrophe
Heaven knows when the next one will be
Astronomer Bob, didn't expect to see
Speeding on its lethal trajectory
NASA insist it shall pass safely by
Lowlife reporter exposes that lie
Three days remain to atone for our sin
Many men turn to beer, whisky or gin
Mothers on knees beseeching the sky
Clutching their children they openly cry
Two days remain to face our worst dreads
And ponder the lack of atomic warheads
Some say a couple of well focused hits
Our nemesis shattered to vaporised bits
One day remains to reflect on humanity
Many enact hedonistic insanity
Others pen memoirs hand written at speed
Futile indulgence for no man to read
And lo is the sky ignited ablaze
Searing the vision of man’s final gaze
Impact tremendous but count not the dead
For it simply flattened my grandfather’s shed
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