Poetry

Le Deluge

Look at him. Fucking idiot. Still banging
on that boat like it’s gonna save his life.
You know, I called him out. But there’s no changing
an old man’s mind. I feel bad for his wife.

Day in, day out, she has to hear that shit.
End of the world! he says. Our time is come!
So fucking loud, oh god, I wish he’d quit.
As if god gives a shit ’bout what we done.

I feel bad for him too, for what it’s worth.
Damn drunk. You believe he believes that shit?
What kind of fucked up god would drown the earth?
We ain’t doing a thing. Keep them fires lit.

Live life, fill your belly, defend your blood,
and don’t you worry ’bout... well god damn, it’s raining.