The Last Party Poem by David McLansky

So they say next week the world will end,
Well its been delightful, has it not my friend;
Thank you for the invitation,
The floating lanterns were a sensation;
The waiters dip and poor champagne,
The sky is clear no sign of rain;
Let's all go out on the patio deck,
And look at the stars, those exploding specks;
The universe is in a blinking rout,
Matter, anti-matter canceling out;
Well it has been fun, I must say,
Look at the colors over Oyster Bay;
It's useless to fight the spreading dark
Those feeble fireworks in Roosevelt Park;
Strangers are coupling in the grass,
Slithering desperately as you pass;
Mankind is ending in a fearful rut,
Be careful you don't step on a naked butt.