blue balls at the end of humanity by e.a.b.

BLUE BALLS AT THE END OF HUMANITY

i used to be terrified of nuclear war
some sadist showed me protect and survive
when i was eighteen, it fucked me up
maybe antibiotic resistance will get us
or a big, tasty comet
crash
bang
wallop
what a way to go

we’re living through a slow death
a self-inflicted, festering wound
of environmental catastrophe
that’s not very exciting
a profitable apocalypse
it’s just rude

i’m not scared of nuclear war anymore
i want to be well in there
balls deep in the blast radius
no doomsday prepping for me
the human sandwich board
“you and i have a date at the end of the world”

i think kim jong-un has stood me up
motherfucker


e.a.b. is a writer from Tottenham, north London. A graduate of the Courtauld Institute and former editor of Freedom newspaper; she owns an extensive collection of Princess Diana memorabilia and is married to her cat, Scooby. Her new poetry magazine, G.O.B., is due for publication at the end of September 2019.

G.O.B. Magazine


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