Apocalypse London
It was the end of the world and London was falling.
The delays on the tube were, frankly, appaling.
"Five grand a year I pay for my travel!"
yelled a man whose senses had begun to unravel.
"It smells worse than Lucifer's armpit in 'ere!
And I should know...I've been pretty near."
"well, I don't think they reasonably could've predicted
'Demons on the track', up on the District."
"It'd probably be faster to get off and walk!"
said a man, whom everyone knew was just talk.
"You'd be eaten alive" said a woman impatiently.
"I could handle them!" replied the man, sensationally.
"well you go ahead young man, we won't stop you"
"... maybe I'll just stay here and look after you"
"You know I don't really mind this hole in the sky...
I know that sounds crazy! But I'm not gonna lie -
People are talking! For the first time in...forever!
(and for once it ain't about the fuckin' weather!)"
"I suppose it's true, you know, people are closer;
I was talkin' ta this guy- used to be a grocer-
'till 'is transit fell in a fiery hell-pit,
an' 'e took it as a sign an' decided to quit.
'e's a stockbroker nah. 'e said 'ta tell ya the truth -
holy water and rosaries? Maaate, they've gone through the roof!"
