The End of the World
Sweet song of humanity, play on
apparently, we still ain't gone
global catastrophe seems eminent
yet bars and parties are still prominent
a question of when, not if
that's what the epidemiologist insists
the bees have died
the brokers cried
but we play on
Copyright © Charleen Martinez | Year Posted 2013
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