There is nothing to be done.
The Earth is dying – again.
We scurry, wait to die
and the clock watchers think
they're doing us a favor
keeping us distracted
with reality television,
sappy sci-fi creationism
and nostalgic throw backs
to 1970's television shows
to a time outside and before
people took seriously the idea
that we may not survive
the next quarter decade
no matter what we do. The
worst part of the Mayan
calender is that if the world
does end, all those annoying
religious freaks will still
feel justified... event though
we will all be just as dead
and if there is a Heaven
it will be nothing like
any of us might hope for.