Game Over

It's the end of the fucking world they screamed
as they ran off down the road
one or two were blue-skinned
and I figured it was woad
could it be that In-grr-land
was out of the World Cup
sorrows waiting to be drowned
with something strong to sup?

Then I looked into the sky
the moon was falling fast
bigger by the second
Armageddon come at last.
I considered finding company
to share this unique sight
someone warm to hug and hold
on this world's final night.

I've left it a bit late - I thought
as the gales began to blow
had my share of chances
and just didn't want to know
and now my fear of commitment
set to face its final test
which lord - Christ or Buddha?
maybe Mazda would be best.

I sat beneath the fading stars
while others prayed in homes or cars
amazed they gave so little thought
to all the lies that they'd been taught
glad at last I'd soon be free
to spread my wings, to fly, to see
the Universe so big, so small
would it serve to hold us all?