As Far As I'm Concerned Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The milk has crossed the deadline,
The cat has claimed the chair,
And there's a strange and rhythmic clicking
Coming from God-knows-where.

The news tells me the ice
is melting,
And the economy's a ghost,
But I'm mostly just mourning
This very specific piece of toast.

As far as I'm concerned,
The universe is a prank,
A billion stars of brilliance
With a failing oxygen tank.

We're hurtling through the vacuum
At a terrifying, silent speed,
While I'm googling if 'melancholy'
Is a feeling or a weed.

They say the soul is eternal,
Or maybe just a spark,
A little bit of courage
To whistle in the dark.

But as far as I'm concerned,
If the ship is going down,
I'd like to be the chosen one
In the finest velvet gown.

It's all a tragic comedy,
A beautiful, dusty mess,
Ending in a 'maybe'
And a very tired 'yes."