Something bad is coming Worse than any Grand Funk Railroad Reunion Concert Worse than watching a full episode of Meet the Kardashians With all commercials included.
I not only have read about it I can feel it So much more bothersome than Hay fever in May.
It's the Universal Fender ****** Havoc beyond compare It's Universal Affliction and Ruination Heavy weight and high-profile kind of stuff.
This universe is dumb So much stupider than the armadillos that get hit by my little Fiat This universe is worse than any teen age driver Not watching where it goes Or what is coming down the road.
Ten to the ten to the ten to the ten and more universes out there Outnumbering all the cable channels both regular and High Def More numerous than all the cockroaches in all the cities on the East Coast Going any which way they please Not planning ahead Or working with the AAA or the highway safety department
More universes than every single observation ever made by every single person More than every single argument between all the married couples In all countries On all existing planets In all existing galaxies.
Each time you think of a possible universe, it exists! Unless we all stop thinking there will be more and more and more.
Each universe moving Some fast Some even faster Some inches apart from each other Concealed behind some hidden dimension About to turn the corner at full speed.
There's a collision A crash Not too far up the road Every universe distracted As if they are texting away Following their own set of laws Without regard for any right of way.
There's a smash-up coming up very soon One universe piles into another with one of those universes being ours in particular The one that I live in.
I am scared I know that adding a shoulder harness to my office chair is not going to be enough.
I am terrified I cannot figure out as I make my last will and testament who I can leave the house and dog to.
Today, tomorrow or maybe later It is sure to happen All my plans for no purpose All my purposes to no point I panic Abandoning all my activities Crawling into the attic Taking a pen A flashlight And a notebook And wondering If there is any new thought I can have that might make this all better Without creating One more **** reckless Out-of-control universe.