When concrete is poured
over the last untouched
patch of earth-
When some pair
of dirty lungs
breaths the last bit
of fresh air-
When there is nothing
new or original
or at least slightly creative;
when there is nothing
left to say-
that is when the world will end.
So I pay my taxes
smoke my cigarettes
pick up my pen
and aim for Armageddon.
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