TOI LET PAPER APOCALYPSE A POEM BY MARK ANTONY RAINES

I did my shopping trip although I was feeling weak and Weary,
I wondered down the brightly light aisles  on my quest for  the holy grail;
I heard the screaming of delight and the scrumish of fighting,
Only  this and nothing  more
It was like a bleak December with its  dying ember making it like a ghost town outside  the supermarkets  sliding  doors,

Eagerly I wished  the treasure  I seeked to be  upon the shelves;
But I heard a group of women crying ;
No more.
My heart became broken I felt fantastic terrified in the sub conscious  of my brain,
I willed and wished for to be able  once again  to glance at my desire at its rare white radiant beauty,
Still  it hear cries echo no more.

So I departure  was just around  the  corner  when I heard  a rumour that entreated  me to go to  the other supermarket in my deserted  town,
I was like  the last vistor allowed to enter  it's door s;
I came upon a shop assistant and said
dear madam truly my forgiveness I implore,
I beg of you have you  any of the white  gold  in seek ;
But in the shop assistant  eyes there  was darkness and nothing more.

Deep into  the darkness  in my soul i peered,
Doubting was I just dreaming dreams of a living nightmare,
Then a whisper in my ear said I have  what you  seek ,
I turned and saw a dark figure  it not seen  before,
Gesturing  with  its bony hands to follow  it's path for it had the white gold  i required.


I reached  my destination  a shelf  with one white pack of toilet roll sitting  lonely on the cold tin shelf,
Soon as group of other s appeared  all yearning  this prestigious award,
With guardians surrounding  it were were to to take part in a bidding  war ,
As this was the last  one on planet earth  thier be no more.

 So I engaged  in the frenzy,
with absurd  sums of money  placed bids, one was  for one billion  pounds.  The Dark figure  began  a smiling  then broke into a cracking manically laughter at all our expense,
For you  see it was all a elborate ruse just  to get  rich quick  for this dark  figure,
You see  it was but a cardboard tube painted white
All the  people  around  this planet earth  cried
No more Toilet Paper  is to be found.

So I journey home forlorn and bitterly  disappointed,
I sit now on my porcelain  throne  peering  at the empty jaws of cheap tin metal  where  my toilet paper  stood  prided  in place;
How I lothed this toilet paper Apocalypse, 
I ponder  it was said to be ,

Of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, the one named War has gone - at least for a while. But Famine, Pestilence and Death are still charging over the earth. Hunger is a silent visitor who comes like a shadow.
This  is the true apocalypse now, 
So I have  finished  doing my body  function s and have no choice  but to use newspaper  instead.