The more you prepare for doomsday
the more you yearn for it…
your palpable disappointment when
poison bombs failed to fall.
My personal Armageddon
was the obliteration of memory…
end of the world as I knew it
left me shattered clutching a blank slate.
Soon enough you wrote yourself a new epic
determined this time to get the story right…
crammed with copious rules and regulations
quantum dot display replacing stone tablets.
Your theory was well intended
yet another new age prophecy
but the devil was in the footnotes…
doomsday just keeps on coming.
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I can relate.
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Having someone relate to one of my poems is most gratifying. Thank you.
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Oh yes! Tell it! Another great great great one.
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Thank you so much, Robin.
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