The end of everything? (a poem)

Attempting to put the current state of things in context…

They’re calling it the end of everything
with no sense of exaggeration or irony

I feel like we’ve been here before
I remember 1984 (and 2001, and 2003)

We thought it would be all over then
it got bad—but we survived

long enough for the next round to come
Many drinks were raised; many bottles were downed

We woke up in the morning
hoping it would all be over soon

It got bad—but we survived
long enough for the next round to come

Tomorrow?
They’re calling it the end of everything

(12 January 2017—posted January 13th)

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