Oh, the end will not be glamourous or exciting.
There will be no Mad Max or Omega Man...
a meagre man...
just a boring wait,
as the poisons saturate our state.
From head to toe, the fish DNA will go.
Oh the end will not be...
That toxic residue,
as a gift from me to you.
Microwave emissions,
that will leave us all dribbling.
Oh, the end will not be...
But our brains will curdle
and our muscles putrify.
It's not an aesthetically pleasing way to die.
Oh, the end will not be...
As out homes sink
into the universal stink.
My message will be forgotten
as our bones hit the bottom.
Oh, the end will not be...
A fitting but smelly grave
and a home for all the brave
T.V. drones and their cellular phones.
Oh, the end will not be glamourous or exciting.
It will bare no resemblance
to the product advertised.
No batteries included,
pay double if you're still deluded.
For this is my friend...
this is the end...
