• Avarice and Apocalypse
    By N.A. Triantaffelow


    And we have just lost cabin pressure.
    Fearmongers, selling us a lie.
    Is this what it feels like to die?
    It’s the vile twist of a spear,
    Cunning and devilish in Despair,
    It’s a Coupe De Grace,
    And it’s in our face,
    An implosion,
    Explosion,
    It’s The End!
    The Final Chapter!
    The Big Finale!
    And we won’t see it coming.
    But it's okay, we’ll just read about it
    In the newspaper.
    Or ask a friend
    Or say, Hey!
    How was that ‘thing’ yesterday?
    Because, folks, I’ve got to say;
    If curiosity kills,
    And Avarice never fulfills,
    Who’s to say we’re living ‘today’?
    Who's to say we're here to stay?
    Why not wish for a tomorrow?
    Why not bask in sorrow?
    Because its Avarice and Apocalypse!
    Not Avarice or Apocalypse!
    And we have just lost cabin pressure.