End of The World

Well so much for the end of the world. 12/21/12 consisted of nothing but posts about how the world would end, and what everyone wants to do or would do blah blah blah.

 yesterday i saw nothing and heard nothing but a continuous countdown to the time when it was predicted to end. Once that time passed I saw a whole lot of "It didn't end!" "when will it end again?". I think we all just cling onto the idea that the world will end one day because of how fucked up our world is.

Today I'm seeing the same  crap as yesterday, why didn't it end, i do you so's, I cant wait till the next one, I don't think it will actually end anytime soon.

If it does end it will be after we are all dead and gone. Maybe it will be our kids, or grand kids, possibly our great grand children. Either way, however long it takes I don't want to be here for it. I don't know if it will be painful or just quick and painless.

This world is messed up in every possible way, and will never actually be at peace. We are always going to be at war with someone, or trying to "help" these countries that didn't ask for our help in the first place causing riots, and violence towards their government. we will always have over flowing prisons, corrupt politicians(there is no such thing as an honest politician), gang and racial violence, horrible economy, a systematic government that cant function or fix the problems they created,people caring more about money and social standings than about people,no dental care for veterans(another topic ill write about today), high unemployment rate,child obesity,murderers, serial killers, Rape and Pillage, etc etc.

The world we live in is not as great as we think it is. We are better than most countries but we are not what we used to be. people are so obsessed with power and their material possessions that they lose sight of whats really important in life. If a poor man has love, is he really poor at all? If the world ends one day it would mark the new beginning of our world, but i fear we will all end up the same as we are now.

Prison Night Before Christmas(not mine)

Prison Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the cells
The convicts were locked up
All madder than hell

Except for the lifers
Kicked back in their bunks
Heads filled with visions
Of fat little punks

When suddenly from the roof top
There arose such a roar
That the bulls thought it was
A riot for sure

The goon squad ran in
And stood ready to hit
A big guard yelled out
Who started this shit

It came from the roof top
Sniveled a snitch
It must be a breakout
Oh, son of a bitch

They climbed to the roof
By way of the stairs
Found a fat little freak
In red underwear

No, No yelled the dude
I bring you good cheer
Damn said the Captain
We found us a queer

Alright mother fucker
Get your hands on the wall
They shook him down good
Asshole and all

They beat him and threw him
Into the hole with a kick
Well so much for Christmas
They locked up St. Nick 

Originally From Here

Drunk Night Before Christmas(not mine)

Drunk Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house,
There were bottles and butts left around by some louse.
And the best fifth I'd hidden by the chimney with care
Had been snatched by some bum who had found it right there.

My pals: guys and gals had been poured into their beds
To wake in the morning with hungover heads.
My mouth, full of cotton, dropped down with a snap
Because I was dying for one wee nightcap.

When through the south window there came such a yell,
I sprang to my feet to see what the hell...
And what to my bloodshot eyes should I see
But eight drunken reindeer caught in a tree.

Way in 'mongst the branches was a man in a sleigh.
I saw it was Santa, quite oiled and tres gay.
Staggering nearer those eight reindeer came
As he burped and hiccupped and called them by name:

"On Whiskey, on Vodka, we ain't got all night!
You too, Gin and Brandy, now all do it right.
Clammer up to the roof; get the hell off this wall!
Get going you rummies, we've still a long haul!"

So up on the roof went the reindeer and sleigh,
But a tree branch hit Santa before he could sway
And then to my ears, like the roll of a barrel,
Came a hell of a noise that was no Christmas carol.

So I pulled in my head and cocked a sharp ear.
Down the chimney he plunged, landing smack on his rear.
He was dressed all in red, with white fur for a trim.
And the way Santa swayed, he was tanked to the brim.

The sack on his back held nothing but booze,
And the breath that he blew nearly put me to snooze.
He was both plump and chubby and tried to stand right.
But he didn't fool me; he was high as a kite.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work
And missed half the stockings, the plastered old jerk.
And laying his thumb on the end of his nose,
He fluttered his fingers as he quoted prose.

He sprang for his sleigh at so hasty a pace
He tripped on a shingle and slid on his face.
But I heard him burp back as he passed out of sight:
"Merry Christmas, you lushes, now really get tight." 


Originally from Here