The End of the World

A poem from 1995

The world ended a long time ago

I’m waiting for the rest to catch up

Waiting for something interesting to happen

But seriously doubting it will

Just biding my time

twiddling my thumbs

So boring

day in, day out

not much changes

summer’s here and I hate it

autumn will come and that’s okay

winter is a drag

spring is the pleasant time, spoiled only

by the thought of dreadful summer

then before you know it

a year has gone by

and everything’s the same

and the end of the world came a long time ago

and I’m still waiting

and nothing interesting happens

my watch hasn’t stopped

just twiddling my thumbs

So boring

year in, year out

not much changes

some new worries

a bit more hopelessness

summer’s here

and I hate it