Jayde Fontana

Asteroid

I turn on the news to start my day
An asteroid they say is coming our way
To turn our homes into piles of clay
 
I ask my dad if he’s feeling scared
but he just says he doesn’t care
 
“I can’t wait to see it take down Mr. Brown”
he says without a single frown
I say “But what about me? And you? And the town?”

“Not important,” he says, “that man has it coming!”
He goes back to work and starts cheerfully humming
Ignoring my plea that we start running

I step into class and tell my teacher Miss Bass
“At last” she says, “My days with that principle will finally pass.”
I say “But doesn’t this feel a little bit crass?”
She responds “you’d better not give me anymore sass!”
 
I tell the principle about our incoming doom
She says “About time I can put my mother in a tomb”“But it won’t just be her” I say with gloom
She replies “Now then, don’t worry, we can’t just assume.”
 
Walking home I come across neighbor Ross
I ask him if he feels the same sense of loss
He says “I’m just glad it’ll crush my dang boss”
 
No one else in the town wants to make a mad dash
To anywhere that will be safe from the crash
So I walk into my yard and wait for the smash
The sky grows red in a great big flash
And everyone cheers as we’re turned into ashe