| sunbeam |
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
I've heard that said, I must confess,
But there's no need for such a mess.
My innermost, deepest, most secret fear,
Is that the end of the world is already here.
If your mind is cramping, take a midol.
And tune in to American Idol.
I can't be bothered to care,
I must tend to my hair.
Almost time for the orgy porgy.
It's not 1984, and me so horny.
Coming out of coma.
Need lots more soma.
This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang but a whimper.
Like some aimless cur with diarrhea and distemper.
Mad giggling in the dark.
And Lady Gaga ate my brain.