2011 flips itself over
Earthquake hits, floods break, civil war, gun fights, great white shark attacks and more
Now really, we know Nostradamus was wrong
And if the Mayan calendar was actually right we’d all be long gone
But in the back of our minds 2012 is always looming
Secretly convinced by a John Cusack movie
I mean everyone knows it’s just not going to happen
And believing and preaching is just so unlike me
But what if…?
What if it’s not just a fabricade?
What if it’s not just another Y2K?
Let me propose a solution
Let’s just say, for the sake of this poem, that 2012 is the end of the world
Be it ice age,
Or meteor rain,
Or the sun going supernova,
Or just metaphorical pain.
… to travel
One year to spend
One year to rebel
One year til it ends
Tick off your bucket list
Kiss succulent lips
Live on the road
Or just eat a shitload
Now you’re playing with infinites, but it’s Pascal’s final wager
With every chance of success and no chance of failure
Because if the world doesn’t end, you’ve lived life your fullest
Yes it’s idealistic
And no I don’t care
I’m just proposing that we write this one year off
Because when 2012 doesn’t kill us…
…What really have you lost?
– Scott Sandwich