Let’s Just Make S’mores
Put down the placards, and fuck all the chores.
This planet will never be a nice place.
The world’s up in flames, so let’s just make s’mores.
Search for the drugs you hid in your drawers.
Chemical smiles shall adorn ev’ry face.
Put down the placards, and fuck all the chores.
Let’s paint the town red and raid all the stores.
We’ll tell passing rats to quit their dumb race.
The world’s up in flames, so let’s just make s’mores.
Too many people are black at their cores.
Earth’s a white elephant floating in space.
Put down the placards, and fuck all the chores.
Let’s lie on the beach, sing songs by The Doors.
Failure, each other––the things we’ll embrace.
The world’s up in flames, so let’s just make s’mores.
The evil’s too strong; it wins all the wars.
Let’s give up the ghost, let’s give up the chase.
Put down the placards, and fuck all the chores.
The world’s up in flames, so let’s just make s’mores.
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Stink Eye Magazine 