Freakity Freakish Freakout

critters die
human critters die
i’m going to die
planets die stars die
but when the shooting starts
at the diamond exchange
panicky panic ensues
and I just start blasting
it’s not this way for everybody
some people mow their lawn
and die
a lot are watching a film
when grimmy swoops ‘em up
what film? why something medium
already seen in bits and pieces
between commercials
i’m watching this film
wish it was a tornado instead
tornados can take you places
with funny little people and witches
and colors you’ve never seen
but no
made for tv supernova w/ peter fonda
world’s gonna end says the overly
extremely good-looking physicist
and cut to die

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