For the few here still gathered,
Humbly, I should like to say
You'll sleep in your graves,
Tormented, unresting,
Forevermore after,
Until and beyond the end of days.

 

For some this coming crop
Has let us down,
Deepened our frowns,
Aged us before our time
For others they're the straws that
Make us reach for the shotgun.

When the witch hunt settled
At the door of the young
And squawking and cawing
In cacophony and bedlam
It brought to bear the mob's
Harsh judgement

To lock up and bridle
Our sweet little ones
Who so much of their time
Are as out of their skulls
As their elders and betters,
Crows and feeders on carrion

To fetter and shackle
Against the onslaught of reason
That wayward and scattered
Unthinking generation
With ADHD and special needs
And ASBOs coming up to their knees

Oh it's the end of all things
With hellions crowding the streets
With Saturn eating his children
And all of us hoping
That Jesus will come out to cuff
The ears of our denizens of Satan

Our kids must be possessed
To have travelled so far
From what we'd have wished
On their sweet dreaming heads
If we hadn't been busier
With the important things.

 

You, In the back now,
Stop snoring!
Wake up! Listen!
Your children will lunch
On your mortal remains,
Cannibals feasting

In the wreckage of this,
Our civilisation
That we'd entrusted them.
And it's your souls
That'll plunge on
Down and out to Hades

Goodnight
and Goodbye