Welcome to your apocalypse
by priscilla brett

Should I now start with shortened prose?
To that would you then turn up your nose?
Should my thoughts then be profound?
Or leave you laughing on the ground?
I think instead I’ll make you wonder.
I’ll make you shiver, babble, blunder,
I’ll make you realize and repress,
Your thoughts and fears, I will undress.
And when I’m done and when I’m through
You’ll not know what is false or true.
And then I’ll laugh and coyly say,
Welcome to your apocalypse,
Have a nice day.