Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday
All have a rendezvous with death,—a Kiss Your Ass Goodbye Day.
He’s coming with a super bomb, and he will have his V-Day,—
The man to end all other days, the man who goes by D-Day.
In that one I see two kittens
Another kitten eating.
In that one I see a middle finger
Giving to me a greeting.
In that one I see a fleecy lamb
Impaled on a steeple.
In that one I see a mushroom cloud
And the deaths of millions of people.
It’s coming. All true seers agree.
It’s coming say seers who certainly see.
It’s coming because of people like me.
It’s coming for sure,—World War III.