A poem for the end of the world…

As I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord this world to keep
From blowing up in bursts of flames
And ending like The Hunger Games,
From zombies roaming streets for blood
And fires and ice and wind and flood
Please, prove those Mayans all were wrong
When tomorrow we wake and life goes on
I’m not quite ready for the calendar’s end
But I’ll say goodnight now, to my bloggy-wog friends
BE SAFE and wear your hardhats to bed
And this shitty poem, may you all forget.