It sure seems like there are plenty of people who are wetting themselves with glee when the topic “the end times” comes up. Some folks like bridge, or golf, or baking sourdough bread. Others are truly Armageddon enthusiasts. I mean, when you look around, one can find themselves wanting to give up on the whole thing. But, you know there are nice things too. I personally would be sad to miss out on tomorrow’s Wordle.
The people I’m complaining are usually staunchly, fundamentally, religious, which is generally their whole deal. They are after all the “chosen ones” and will somehow be excluded from the general pain and suffering that we outcasts can look forward to. (I’m lumping you in with me) How low does your self-esteem have to be for you to just blindly believe it when somebody says you’re one of the special exalted few? You’re special? You. Doreen? How about you Trig? “God” wants to hang with you for all eternity? An all-knowing, all-seeing god is really excited when it comes to you? You’re getting raptured? Ok…
This is a song about how it might feel to be left behind. I personally, might find it mildly relaxing, apart from the prevailing radioactive winds and the annoying lack of Dippin’ Dots available.
Those Post Rapture Glory Days
All the good people Made it to the stratosphere And you’re left behind There’s a heaven waiting For creatures big and small How could fate be so kind? All the canned goods And modern cinema Should tide you over Now Constant comments and the petty criminals Who needs them anyhow This is your corner now Party! Met the other leftovers just the other day Forgot how to say hello Talkin ‘bout how things are so much quieter now Since everyone checked out We’ve got more time and fewer opinions To squabble over now Constant comments and the petty criminals Who needs them anyhow This is your corner now Party! The mushroom cloud grows And where it goes Nothing grows anymore