[Tax-chick]

Oh, dear. See what happens when I go to the county seat for real meat cheezburger? Magnetic atrocities! Dogs and catz living together! Solid walls, of all things.

[NicknamedBob]

"Oh, dear. See what happens when I go to the county seat for real meat cheezburger? Magnetic atrocities! Dogs and catz living together! Solid walls, of all things."

See how the world gets shaky when intimations of my potential mortality get bandied about?

The World’s Going To End

The world’s going to end, some day, some day,
But I can tell you when.
When I stop cranking out for it,
The impetus to spin.

Oh, yes, it’s me who’s at the heart,
Of every thing’s conjunction,
I noticed this while still quite young,
Who else could make it function?

Nothing happens when I’m not there,
Though some pretend it does.
They cannot fool me for I see,
It’s just the way it was.

I feel perplexed and puzzled,
You all will go some day,
When my senescence brings a close,
To all you have to say.

Like silent ghosts you’ll drift away,
While I in sleep descend.
And on that sad and somber day,
The world will have its end.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . July 6, 2007

Happy Birthday to me.