Pop Goes The Meson

in #poetry7 years ago

The Universe Is Dying
But what you gonna do?
Heat death
Black Hole
The Harvest Coming through

My DNA is dying
The telomeres, they shrink.
Multiplication
Discordance
‘Till all thats left is stink.

My neurones are a poppin’,
I hear them when I sigh,
Bubble wrapped,
Soul scrapped,
This universe must die.