There is a New World Order
but it deals directly with french fries
at fast food chains and I
think I’ll have a large if you can manage.

The Gods are being dug back up
and in equal parts tacked on sandwich boards
and being hung out to dry, for to prove
the points meandering that nobody
knows anything and everything
is ending, and soon anyway.

but that’s okay, ‘cuz
even if the seas rise up to swallow us,
or the winds blow everything down to Texas
(What could be a worse Armageddon, after all, than to wake up in your own
home but down in Texas?)
, with all these things I’ve done and seen
I’ve had a pretty good run, it seems,
and even the very End Times can’t
take that away from me.