Tomorrow is the day the world ends.
Tomorrow, I planned to eat pancakes.
They were going to be delicious.
How inconsiderate of the world to end, then.
Today, I finally made plans for my future.
I was going to be a flight attendant.
I would have always worn a fixed smile.
God, the world’s going to miss out.
Yesterday, I had a long talk with my mother.
She prattled, and I held the phone away from my ear.
Not sure I’ll miss that one so much.
But I feel obliged to continue begrudging the world.
It’s really not on that it’s going to end now.
Doesn’t it know that I’m too young to die?
I’m like a bright star, all special and twinkly.
The world doesn’t care, and I can’t imagine why.