Poem - You haven't seen it coming

I'm finaly old.
one of the rotten parts
in this mechanical monstroscity.
You better believe it,
when the leaves fall in the summer,
and the rivers overflow overnight.
Then you'll have to admit.
Something is not right.

It finally came.
The day we all dreaded,
the day we delayed
because we were afraid.
Hope you got enough for a bunker,
hope you got enough for a tank,
hope you have enough for a ticket,
cause something isn't going right.

Say your final goodbyes.
It may be a long time before you greet again.
Get the food and water.
Here's some pills if you fear anticipation.
The pharmacies won't mind,
everybodie's selling out while they can
before they realize it's all in vain.

So who will ride out,
ride out the first wave?
Don't tell me you haven't seen it coming.
I hate to see you drown,
but there's no space left.
There is no time left, goodbye.
Here's an extra jacket.
Head for the hills,goodbye.