Hurricanes and fiscal cliffs

Portending  the apocalypse

Predicted in the Mayan glyphs

Or the one in Revelation–

 

If you’re not among those tapped for

Heaven, at least you might capture

A picture of the coming Rapture

And tweet it to the nation.

 

Zombies who arise to stalk us,

Drug-resistant streptococcus,

The whole goddam Tea Party Caucus,

Cardiac fibrillation.

 

Salmonella in our lettuce.

The Universe is out to get us.

Maybe God can just forget us

And stage a new Creation.

 

And it won’t take an asteroid

To blow us all into the void

Just some guy who’s unemployed

And filled with indignation.

 

Or some soldier deep in shock,

A kid who lives around the block

With a Ruger or a Glock

Bent on annihilation.

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