In last night's trauma
Some all-consuming monster
Was advancing on our village
This must have been in the Pleistocene
Everyone screaming and running in terror
But when I looked back
All I could see was a digital clock
Flying toward us through the woods
Surrounded by impenetrable darkness
I almost laughed but that came later
Rushing to rescue my wife and child
Luckily we still had our old Ford truck
And tore off down that dusty road
Our only way to escape was to wake
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