Even Elon

 Even Elon 


Even Elon could not save the world

He said our future’s in the stars

How would you like to live on Mars?

Til the batteries fail just like his cars. 


These pioneers adrift in space

Clutching Bitcoin in fond embrace 

No savior then in currency

At least they tried but badly failed. 


The nuclear war was started by mistake

By some young rookie in Wyoming

He pressed a switch and all went dark

He never made it home that night. 


The planet blue turned black

With nuclear storms alas

Nothing escaped - no one survived

Not even lizards in the desert. 


Will mutated life spring forth again?

Does God think it’s worth the bother?

He’s put on his coat, he’s left the room 

He’s moving to another planet. 


Don’t blame God for mankind’s mess

There’s just so much that God could do

He set it up for us to win

He hadn’t thought of stubborn sin. 


What to do or what to say?

But seize the day and make the hay

We’re but tiny pawns in a game of chance

Waltz with our partner on this last dance. 



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