Drinking the Kool Aid!

In the tent of zombies!

Dave Huffy just knew the world was out to get him,

with the constant drumbeat of disaster--the chances were slim

 

that the whole world will still be standing this time tomorrow,

next week, or for sure by next year. Lately though, he didn't know,

 

for they had been predicting the end now for years and years,

but they remained his station, because only they understood his fears.

 

No, the other channels were all  lying to the nation as a whole.

Only this  network was beating the warning drums all day--in the latest poll,

 

one conducted by Fox News, weren't they voted the best of the best,

And the only network aimed at the one place that truly matters, the West?

 

He was sure glad old Rupert couldn't hear of his doubtage.

He was truly scared, what if they had a power outage,

 

and he was cut off from watching? And he was so afraid,

but he donned his tin foil hat, and grabbed up a glass of Disaster-Kool Aid,

 

and settled in for hours of watching the only source for what was really going on.

After all, he didn't want to be like The Donald, and get shlonged!