poem: End of the world
It’s the end of the world
And I don’t feel like writing
But writing is the only thing that keeps me sane
It’s the end of the world
And I don’t feel like writing
In the distance Jesus is walking
He came back just like he said he would
It’s the end of the world
And I don’t feel like writing
The earth is about to explode
However I still have a sentence to write
It’s the end of the world
And I don’t feel like writing
Except the earth is gone
Now it’s my turn
And I don’t feel like writing
But writing is the only thing that keeps me sane
It’s the end of the world
And I don’t feel like writing
In the distance Jesus is walking
He came back just like he said he would
It’s the end of the world
And I don’t feel like writing
The earth is about to explode
However I still have a sentence to write
It’s the end of the world
And I don’t feel like writing
Except the earth is gone
Now it’s my turn