He's like a cockroach
and she's like gonorrhea.
It's not just the bristles on his spindly legs
or the fact that she's mutated
into a penicillin-resistant strain:
They're indestructable, enduring -
nature's stalwarts.
Years from now
when there are no longer any humans
to survey the sun-parched desert mesas
or buzzards to circle
the dried white bones of rats and sheep
they'll be waiting - not quite alone -
beneath the ultraviolet rays
of an ozone-free sky.
And should the cockroach catch gonorrhea?
There's your real Armageddon.
and she's like gonorrhea.
It's not just the bristles on his spindly legs
or the fact that she's mutated
into a penicillin-resistant strain:
They're indestructable, enduring -
nature's stalwarts.
Years from now
when there are no longer any humans
to survey the sun-parched desert mesas
or buzzards to circle
the dried white bones of rats and sheep
they'll be waiting - not quite alone -
beneath the ultraviolet rays
of an ozone-free sky.
And should the cockroach catch gonorrhea?
There's your real Armageddon.