Outta History

I have run dry of the musical history (if ya knew how long it took me to write even that...), so a poem will have to do. If you enjoy my art, I'm sorry there is none tonight. It wouldn't let me load for some reason. Oh, well. World's gonna end tomorrow and nothing really matters. Yes, you are already dead. Boom boom!

The Babies

One was left on a doorstep. The family thought at first it was a newspaper. After a few hours it was handed to police.

Next day babies covered every yard. One was even found under a cabbage leaf. “Just listen for lungs,” Grandpa said.

Before a week had passed, babies owned the town. Every house was full of screaming infants. Who knew what to do? Human Services came in. The workers became exhausted.

By the end of the month, most babies died without care. It was all the town could do to haul them away before the dogs ate. Little bones littered the fields.

The people left the town to the babies. Piles of baby bodies grew so high a hundred bulldozers couldn’t push them under.