Seer

                                      SEER

They say in December of two-thousand thirteen, the world will end
As we know it.
That means there will be nothing to defend
and naught can be done to abort it
With all it’s finality we can’t avoid it.

Just think of the hours squandered to ponder this conviction
Nostradomus with  predictions of  historic predilections
Took the time and energy to record it

 Seer, you are no friend of this generation
We read you but owe you no confirmation
For this dastardly and consuming proclamation
You’re a copy cat and a  master of intimidation.
       
                                  Lillian Heeney 2,009