Like a slowly moving body inching closer,
Knowing when it arrives, devastation follows,
But knowing nothing will stop it’s movement.
I see it coming, this great collision,
And I fight it, I try to educate, but they refuse.
Knowing it all, they don’t listen, so I stop.
I have to step back and prepare to clean up
The mess, the chaos, the troubles they cause.
Clean up on aisle four!