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Toward the End

Will it rain umbrellas?
I’ll say so when I shoot you.
Does the sky fall tomorrow?
Only if I run out of glue.
All things can happen in the inner tube
since we believe in AI
or anything technology can do
to save us from extinction.
What’s good for me is good for you.
I see no distinction
from word to word to BOOO!

Unless we can absolutely say
we’ll never get to be void.
Or some silly universe
that we’re trying to avoid.
Then all those other worlds
will add up to countless pies.

Let me stick out my neck.
Rhubarb’s not my way
It’s stringy and it’s tasteless
unless my grandmother makes it.

Once we call all worlds
the universe and all universes
somewhere to stay
then I’ll believe in everything
except some faults at play!         

Oh Granny here I come.
I’m sticking out my tongue.
Yum yum  yumyum yummmmm      

Published in Poetry