Mayan oh Mayan.

The Apocalypse and Sham

My name is Sham.
And a Sham I am.

When the doomsayers proclaimed.
Its the end of the world.
I became more firmly convinced.
That it would soon come about.

My Name is Sham.
And the more that I read.
The more convinced I became.
That we all soon would be dead.

I really was sure, that the end was quite near, and the world would quite simply, and straight-ways disappear.

I called on my friends.
Those that remain.
They said I was bonkers.
Oh, and yes, quite insane.

But the world she goes on.
Despite all that Fiction.
Not one bit of regress.
Or fear of contradiction.

On the 21st, I awoke.
As I do every day.
So what the hell more.
Is there for me to say?

I was quite distressed.
As I cleaned up for work.
Knowing my colleagues.
Would think me a jerk.

My face would turn green.
A most vile color indeed.
But would more could I do.
Then to simply concede.

I think form now on
I will just ignore Spam.
And spend more attention.
To Green Eggs and Ham.