Sonnet
Mad profit-centered prophets take the stand
and swear the end of days is drawing nigh
as they have always done. They’re in demand
as hucksters always are - I’ll tell you why.
Doom’s guaranteed to all, none knows the day
except a few with their appointments set
by “Law” and “Justice”, no one else can say
but think they’ll live forever - so they bet,
although their odds are poor, the whole world stops
when they do, how could anyone remain
once their puce pudding takes its final plop
to contemplate them merely as a stain?
The big event. We’re sure we’ll last ‘til then,
and not prove simply scrapings to the bin.
Gary D. Maxwell is a poet currently residing north of Boston. After shoveling roadkill on the Information Superhighway for forty years, Gary now devotes his time to writing. You can find his poetry at Amazon.com
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