The Night I Slept through the End of The World

The world came to a sudden end

It was just the other day

Unfortunately I slept right through it

Much to my disappointment and dismay

It suppose I never got that last memo

Upon this you can take me on my word

It’s probable the destruction was likely caused

By a power-hungry narcissist; an Orange turd

I can’t say I didn’t expect this event

The writing was, as they say, on the wall

But to think nobody had the forethought

To give me the courtesy of a wake up call

As to what physically caused that final demise

It was a recipe of some political tinder

Combined with some social unrest was the spark

That transformed this world into a cinder

You would think there would be some warning

An explosive ordinance or shots from a gun

But no, I slept through the whole thing

I unfortunately missed all the fun

Although you not might expect me to say this

What angers me so, it makes my face redden

Is that I never got that final wake up call

So I slept through and missed the worlds Armageddon…

(c) BAM