At the End of Civilization

corolla

We may as well go live at the end of civilization
in Corolla where the horses wild roam

The sand will surround us
The sea will creep in

I in my button down parka

He in his button down frown

Is it the year of 65?
Silver savers, gold purveyors

“I will try to fix you”

Yah, that’s right
I still do

I know it doesn’t work
I don’t care
it gives me a cause

I don’t have any

so any old one will do

Let us go then
you and I
to the end of civilization
in Corolla
where the sand seeps in
and the sea

Pushes us out to the
sky where our ship awaits.

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