Armageddon's Got Nothing on Us
Armageddon’s Got Nothing on Us
What’s a shy boy to do
with a pocket full of dreams
and a front row ticket
to the apocalypse?
I’d love a rain check,
if that could be managed.
How does one bow out of the end times?
Who’s even in charge?
What’s a guy like me supposed to do
with this vile and stupid shit?
I want to live out my life
in the America I knew,
where at least some kindness
was permitted
and free minds were not outlawed.
I want my children to thrive in a country
without the terror of the MAGA gestapo
kidnapping people off the streets
for transit to foreign or domestic
torture chambers.
Oh, father, who art insane,
don’t be such a tease.
End us or don’t, but this ain’t cool.
We’re tied up in knots
and it’s not for a fun sex thing.
A lot of people seem happy,
but those are the dumb fucks.
The Christofascists could not be more giddy
but the smart folks weep.
What’s a shy boy like me
supposed to do
when America is only a smudge
of barely recognizable bread and circuses
and we’re all dead?