And when I awakened I smelled a Rose

A Rose of a different namesake who chose

And all of the green people reveled in the news

For with this new challenger the brown man could lose

All of the other challengers whimpered and moaned

That the godless wench deserved to be stoned

For their morals were secured by God’s own devices

For each had a God far mightier than each other’s vices

The greens and the reds and the blues amongst themselves bickered

As the common man watched and hopelessly snickered

And in that dismal autumn of the last year of a nation’s lie

The awful conclusion of red and blue and green’s battle a literal tie

And the vote counters scurried and worried to avoid the tumult

But with again identical numbers with the same sad result

Leader Yogi proclaimed there was no end until a fat Madonna sings

And in a city of full of angles the mobs clipped their wings

Soon the stars would spin from the sky and the moon would melt

As the wheel of life would rotate no more and the end of time felt

A great tribe of the cosmos had predicted the last solstice to be

As explained over and over on a device called a TV

But on that day after Armageddon all had to admit

Sometimes even prophet’s guesses aren’t worth a shit

Somebody then realized that a smile like a frown

Was just like that calendar when read upside down

It was nothing at all like the end days of time

In fact just the opposite the beginning of man’s climb

Copyright 2012 Patrick  Nostrildamus Granfors