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[aid] => mick
[title] => Francis Wolf's Apocalypse or (Just the Right Camera)
[time] => 2007-02-23 01:45:44
[hometext] => The End of the World
[bodytext] => The cameraman caught a moment Before the whole thing just exploded He was clicking on the button As the wide world corroded Every living beast made it’s way for the hills All the medical relief abandoned their scalpels and their pills Everything was falling, as it should Just like the bible said it would But me I was on a tree stump Reading an old diary Ignoring the apocalypse Just my age-old thoughts and me Mary says the farm hand is working overtime Every sinner pays a price for every angel’s crime Pop is selling bankers a top dollar fatted calf And any joke is still funny if ever you still laugh Rockers on a porch side with war time memories Little Tim in a cotton hall bin learning bout birds and bees I’ll kiss you if you promise not to tell If we smooch and it’s heaven, I’ll follow you to hell The parking meters crushed Sewer pipes shot up high All the earth just seemed to moan And the skies just seemed to cry People were all praying In their minivans on the 101 As our feathered friends retreated Into the orange of the sun But me I was on a tree stump Reading an old diary Ignoring the apocalypse Just my age-old thoughts and me Surfing is for the movies not for your two feet I’ll take you up on an offer on that all that you can eat If that dog don’t stop yapping, Johnny swears to God he’ll die A potbelly bulldog bump on a log’s not worth your grumpy sigh The radio is finally in and the game show’s in play I recalled Sid Vicious died in 79 on a ground hogs day? It was in some big washed lit town, maybe New York City I’d be your punk if you’d be my hillbilly The glasses all shattered Glistening like an ocean made of jewels People were cursing About the fortunate and the fools Some man took a snapshot Just before it all crashed down And we still have not found a purpose For us purposing around But me, you see, I just sat on a tree stump Reading an old diary Ignoring the apocalypse Just my age-old thoughts and me Sitting on a tree stump Just my age-old thoughts and me BooM [comments] => 2 [counter] => 433 [topic] => 71 [informant] => Franciswolf [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => secrets )
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