Filet of Soul
The Mayan calendar says it all
It’s the end of the human race
When gravity becomes repulsive
And we float into outer space.
It’s all written and recorded
In the stones and in the stars
When the13th b’ak’tun is complete
We’ll join the dinosaurs.
Mesoamerican hotels are gearing up
Or are they gearing down?
For triple the usual price I hear
You can watch the big meltdown.
At the heart of it all is that big black hole
In the center of the Milky Way
Just listen for its sucking sound
As the world begins to sway.
We’ll rise up with a tingle
And float above our roofs
Our destiny will be calling
And here’s the final proof.
You’ll get to see your neighbors
Fly off into outer space
In a stream of cosmic unconsciousness
And we’ll all soon join the race.
Straight down that dark forbidding hole
And squished like a great soufflé
We’ll splash into eternity’s banquet
Where we are the day’s entree.
Cosmic karma never misses
We’ll find it’s our final goal
We’re on the universe’s grand menu
And we’re just filet of soul.
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Ron