“After the rapture, can I have your stuff?”

inquired the kid in grownup skin
all donned up
in Halloween surprise
the devil up his sleeve

will they stop making mouse traps
because the rich don’t need them anymore with
phone in hand calling exterminator
who would rather shell there shekels
than view the carnage
or dispose of the bodies
no they don’t run after the farmer’s wife
it’s just fun to squeal

there’ll be houses and cars
and stuff with no owners
even if they let the rampart rift
possibly destroying all life
as we know it
“Goodbye Mt. Calvary
soo long pigs of the trough
it’s a short mile to Tipperary
the gangs