'The End is Near,' We're Accustomed to Hear
‘The End is Near’
We’re accustomed to hear
From the prophets of gloom
and the peddlers of doom
First it was overpopulation
Earth could never support two billion
We’d have to skimp on food, serve c-rations
Then came what would surely kill us all
The ultimate weapon, the atom bomb
But JFK and Kruschev stayed calm
Next up was pollution
that blackened the sky
Thank goodness, we didn’t notice
we were too busy getting high
All the elites became pot-heads
Congress and Wall Street were hooked on weed
which simply increased their phenomenal greed…
Lately, ‘global warming’ has become the ‘in thing’
Doesn’t that have a familiar ring?
Those who want to ban motor-cars and plastic bags
Own private planes, their only ‘sacrifice’ – jet lag ...
As for me, I pitch in and do my level best
Cut my grass with a scissors, shovel snow with a spoon
I sure hope all my efforts will soon bear fruit
Before my seaweed meals emit their last photosynthetic toot
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