Oddity Apocalypse Poem by Clinton Siegle

Apocalypse the end is near
Privation of freedoms food, water, soon air
Open hostility against ranchers, the poor, and those that owe
Call for money the root of all evil is near
Amount of forty trillion dollars in debt we the poor owe
Live with love of life within laughter of freedom of air
You realize the apocalypse will charge you for air
People live now for love for time is but a moment in laughter near
Silly time is but a moment in reality with memories driven by air
Eternity is without thought of memories without air