PAX by Jack Kerouac
I demand that the human race  ceases multiplying its kind
and bow out I advise it
 And as punishment and reward  for making this plea I know
I’ll be reborn the last human
 Everybody else dead and I’m an old woman roaming the earth
groaning in caves sleeping on mats
 And sometimes I’ll cackle, sometimes pray, sometimes cry, eat & cook
at my little stove in the corner 
 “Always knew it anyway,”
I’ll say
 And one morning wont get up from my mat
(via i12bent)

PAX 
by Jack Kerouac

I demand that the human race
ceases multiplying its kind

and bow out
I advise it

And as punishment and reward
for making this plea I know

I’ll be reborn
the last human

Everybody else dead and I’m
an old woman roaming the earth

groaning in caves
sleeping on mats

And sometimes I’ll cackle, sometimes
pray, sometimes cry, eat & cook

at my little stove
in the corner

“Always knew it anyway,”

I’ll say

And one morning wont get up from my mat

(via i12bent)