APOCALYPSE: 6-7 DAYS LATER

6-7 days into the apocalypse, people will change,

People across the earth will mutate into puss monsters, real strange,

The puss monsters are infected souls,

Oozing puss out through their body holes,

Oozing puss monsters always seem to stop, after a case of mange. 

APOCALYPSE: THE PAPER CHASE

We must mass hoard things to survive an apocalypse death, and survive the odors that are foul,

That means one item must be massively stored, and I'm not talking about the common, paper towel,

I have this one thing inside my head,

Poor hygiene is worse than being dead,

One needs many sheets of toilet paper, to clean up that which is festooned, by a stressed out bowel,

EOW PREPPER: DOING IT THE RIGHT WAY, MY WAY

I've stored away over 1 1/2 tons of dried rice, beans and potatoes,

I have 7,000 cans of various types of delicious tomatoes,

It took me great time to learn,

About the fuels to burn,

I prepared for the end the right way, but my sister moved down to Barbados.

I'M AN EOW PREPPER.

I'm preparing for the end of the world, nosey ones say,

I've got ninety-five jars of peanut butter, all put away,

I've got a thousand jars of jelly,

Because it fattens a starved belly,

I have a million cans of soda, to clear my throat each day.

THE GROCERY APOCALYPSE

The grocery prices are so high; it is bad, not good,

Neighbors are now cannibals; it is not safe in my hood,

The bugs under my door,

Are my only food store,

I've sent the wife out to a stump; there's termites in the wood.

THE DAY THE ROOT BEER STOPED

I foretold that the end of the world was near,

During my lunch, when I ran out of sweet, root beer,

The internets are now trending,

Predicting all things are ending,

 I only have cola, and it don't quench my fear.

AT THE END OF THE WORLD

At the end of the world I moved into a box,

I ran out of beer so, I was forced to detox,

Detox made me ache and cry,

So, when a zombie came by,

I let it bite me to numb me with pox.

THE END OF ALL THINGS

I see a little bird fluttering it's wings,

It lands upon a branch and then, it sings and sings,

Happy is the bird this day,

Unknown, it's future that's on the way,

Unseen, the hawk that nears and nears, will bring the end to things.

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