“That’s great! It starts with an earthquake,  
Birds and snakes, an aeroplane.  
Lenny Bruce is not afraid.
 
Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn.  
World serves its own needs, dummy, serve your own needs.  
Feed it off an aux speak, grunt, no strength.  
The ladder starts to clatter with fear fight, down, height.  
Wire in a fire, representing seven games  
In a government for hire and a combat site.  
Left of west and coming in a hurry  
With the furies breathing down your neck
 
Team by team reporters baffled, trumped, tethered, cropped.  
Look at that low playing! Fine, then.  
Uh oh, overflow, population, common group  
But it’ll do. Save yourself, serve yourself.  
World serves its own needs, listen to your heart bleed,  
Dummy, with the rapture and the rev-‘rent and the right, right.  
You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright light  
Feeling pretty psyched.
 
It’s the end of the world as we know it.”