Above us is the poisoned skies
Acid dripping from up high
All the leaves are blowing
Because all the trees are now glowing
The flower all have died
Carnivorous plants now abide
The grass no longer grows
Because it always snows
The ground is very brittle
It cracks if you step just a little
The mighty rivers are no more
Boy, the human race sure can make some gore
The sky's a crimson red, the clouds are inky black
From this post apocalypse, there is no coming back

We know it by the
Huge blinking lights
From rides that
Tend to make people
Throw
Up
Dairy Queen.

We know it by
Those big, intricate
Winding tatoos
That snake up the arms
Of half of the attendees
That have a message
That I can't read.

We know it by
Little children
Clinging,
Terrified,
To the hands of their
Irresponsible mothers.

And we know it
By inhaling so much
Secondhand smoke
That we're almost positive
That a little lung cancer
Has invaded our privacy.

We know it by
The Herndon Festival.

And we love it.