Boom, boom, boom
Crash, crash, crash
The earthquake is coming to town
He knows when you’ve been sleeping
And he knows when you’re awake
But he doesn’t give a shit about that stuff
Houses
Cars
Stores
Mirrors
Windows
Books
Televisions
Cats
Dogs
Goldfish
People
Any and all manner of nouns
Will be destroyed
Or lost in the rubble of his wake
But, hey!
Look on the bright side
So will many poets
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