A Flat Earth
At the end of things, is a barrier
That move quietly in the darkness of the night
Gently onwards until they fall, off the edge
De-cis-ive-ness makes all things capable of
I’ll tell you this. You may be English, Scots, Irish or even Welsh
But you’ll still fall off
You are deluded if you think that it’s a globe we all live on.
How can it be so? We would all slide round and fall off underneath
To who knows where?
For goodness sake, what’s down there? Hades?