It’s The End Of The World On Saturday
Mam, it’s the end of the
world on Saturday.
Can I stay up late the night
before?
If we’re all getting fried on
the week-end,
There’s no point being a
bore.
Mam, it’s the end of the
world on Saturday.
The pastor says there’ll be a
Great Flood.
There’ll be fires, and
earthquakes,
And boils & locusts &
rivers of mud.
Mam, it’s the end of the
world on Saturday.
I want to be one of the saved.
It’s what we’ve all waited
for,
The ending that we’ve all
craved.
There’ll be no time for quips,
We’ll squeak like pips.
It trips off the lips,
As our confidence dips,
When we meet our…apocalypse.
Mam, it’s the end of the
world on Saturday.
The cataclysm is here.
Judgement Day is coming.
No time for trembling in
fear.
For we’ve been groomed,
Our future has loomed.
We’ll all be entombed,
The ending zoomed,
As we prepare to be….doomed.
Mam, it’s the end of the
world I’m sure.
I don’t want to be one of the
sinners -
I want to be lifted to heaven,
I want to be one of the
winners.
It said in Ezekiel,
There’ll be no equal,
To the terrors,
And the meek’ll
Inherit the earth.
* * * * * * *
Mam, the earth didn’t end
after all;
It’s all been a terrible
let-down.
I thought I’d be sitting next
to Jesus,
And be one of the stars in
His crown.
Mam, it seems it just wasn’t
to be:
There wasn’t any of God’s
wrath -
It’s all just the same old
same old,
There was something wrong
with the math.
I think I can tell,
All is still well.
There wasn’t a death knell,
No ringing of bells,
No fires of hell.
Mam, it seems the signs &
portents were wrong.
The reasons aren’t simple to
capture:
The End of Times didn’t come,
And I wasn’t lifted up in the
Rapture.
If there’s no Second Coming,
If we’ve all mis-read the
code,
I’ll have to take that
library book back,
And pay back that fiver I
owed.
Mam, the end of the world
didn’t come in the end.
There’s no point living in
fear.
It’s all so – disappointing,
So Armageddon out of here.
Copyright Andy Fawthrop 2014
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