The end is nigh

“The end is nigh” I heard him say,
but I just carried on my way.
I knew ’twas there and just begun;
but life’s so busy, I must run.
So there I sat like Nero’s clone
part of this monster that has grown
from the apathy we all feel;
that apathy our doom does seal.
If we don’t act and very soon
we’ll need that base upon the moon
for here will be a burning hell;
we’ve fed the fires of our doom well!
Our headlong rush to nowhere led,
by corporate greed, that monster fed
upon my soul until I’m dead.
But corporate barons upon high;
you know you bastards too will die!

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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