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!