[Susan d.S.]

Some say the world will end with frost,
some say with fire.
I never have been partial to
predictions dark and dire.

I think the world will end with me,
I cannot see much further.
So what’s the point of worrying
oneself into a lather?

I’ll eat and feast and waste and leave
a footprint carbonate and bold.
I’ll eat red meat that cost the trees,
condition air too cold.

But when I’ve gone, let no man
say I haven’t done my share
for mother earth, for in my grave
worms shall be feeding there.


Interested if Spherians can think of a better rhyme pair than further/lather.
Does anything rhyme with "further"?