This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

This is the fray the sword mends,
Eyes I dare not meet…
This is the pay the lord lends,
I dare not pee in dreams…
Dismiss the gay tailor trends,
Not with harangue but a simper.

This is the way the chord bends.
This is the word that transcends.
This is the prey the troll claims,
Not with a clang but a whistle.

The Miss McCray's hot as blaze.
Thighs I beg to see…
The sleazy dame the horde tames.
Thy fair lot is supreme…
This is the way we have sex,
Not with a wank but a stripper.

The writing keeps going on.
The words do come out in random order,
It's a bore.
Creation will never stop,
There's no way to stop it.

The universe comes and goes,
Time means very little now.
We're all out of context,
But it keeps getting better.

We'll never finish the work,
It keeps getting better, better,
Never better, better,
Ever better, clever better, better,
Letter better, fetter better, better,
Ember better, fender bender, better…

Disease, decay and wart scents
Displeases ladies and gents.
The queasy play of noblesse,
Not with a pang but a bristle.

The cheese sorbet never ends.
Nice my rare hot brie.
Dismiss the stray lemonades.
My mare got tea and creams.
Tease is what they recommend,
Not in Pyongyang but in Bristol.
Not with gang-bang but a ring tone.