Tick-tock, tick-tock.
The clock runs down as the dinosaurs ravage each other in a blaze of fury and spectacle,
Looking less like the masters of an apocalypse than the two-bit players of a cheap Vaudeville act.
The age of the fossils is belching its last noxious breaths,
And in due course, the aging reptiles with childish dreams of domination will be swiftly forgotten
As enough of the spectators — though not all, of course — finally admit they were never great to begin with:
We just put stupid old monsters on the stage for our distraction.
Then they overstayed their welcome…
One year from now, it will be a brand-new world.
Those who wish to control everything outside themselves won’t like it a bit,
And the people who subsist on fear and bullshit are presently withering into their graves.
There have been harder times than these,
And the sun still shines its light on everyone.
Viewed from the distance of time and space, this is but a passing moment, albeit a pivotal one.
It’s time to dance in defiance of the doddering demons who play God so badly,
And dare to hope for a better future.
