There’s been a revision!
I’m here to tell
On May 21
The good will go to heaven
The rest of us to hell
Hell on earth
To be exact
Some sort of war
Don’t look at me funny, it’s a fact
Harold Camping told me so
He also told me
The world would end in 1994
So I guess I’ll wait and see
If bunches of people
Are suddenly sucked up into heaven
On that day in May
I’ll have to stock up at the Seven Eleven
I’ll need supplies to last until October
That’s when the world ends for the rest of us
I’ll have Slurpees, and hot dogs aplenty
In the supply chest of my survival bus
You’re welcome to come along
Here, grab a weapon
I’ve got plenty to go around
Just watch where you are steppin’
Lots of chickens over here
Some sheep over there
Have to be ready for anything
So sit down, grab a chair
On second thought though, whether Camping is right or wrong
I think I’ll hold off on anything rash
I’m thinking my energies and money might be better served
In planning an End of The World Bash
You are all invited
May 21, 2011
See you there!
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