Apocalypse End Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

As Mayan calendar runs out
Perhaps another prophecy
Or doomsday declaration we
Can worry over, laugh, or doubt,
As much world's six-day wonder flout
Like Internet's millenium key
Youth feared would bug eternity,
Provide no hope for coward, stout.
Since the dawn of mankind's history
Each century predictions see
Arising, rumours roundabout
Predict Man's end: 'Repent! ' some shout,
'Or face damnation, fragile flea'
Creation provides eternity
All kinds of causes up the spout
Life may evaporate without
Years remaining. History
Pinch of salt takes. Now we be
Seven billion to laugh about
End round the bend from sea to sea!