Read Poem: NEARING THE TIP-OVER YEAR, by Matt Levin 

The temp’rature’s higher
The bigger the fire
A planet-wide fryer, no beer–
We’re nearing the tip-over year.
We’re nearing the tip-over year.

The countdown began so many long years ago,
Years being years, it seemed to go slow.
Yet now we’re all here, just a few years to go:
We’re nearing the tip-over year.

The temp’rature’s higher
The bigger the fire.
We’re down to the wire, it’s clear:
We’re nearing the tip-over year.
We’re nearing the tip-over year.

We’re not yet lock-stepped to an iron-clad fate,
It almost is, but it isn’t too late.
‘Til the birds and the bees disappear,
we’re nearing the tip-over year.

You must understand
There’s no time, no debate,
Change the world now,
The future won’t wait.
The future is already here–

The temp’rature’s higher
The bigger the fire,
Wake the town crier,
Wake the town crier,
Wake the town crier—
We’re nearing the tip-over year
(nearing the tip-over–)
nearing the tip-over
nearing the tip-over year.

One thing we agree on
Like it’s up there in neon,
We’re nearing the tip-over year.

w/m c. 2022: Matt Levin

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