The Marmageddon Saga….

  • NB: REALLY?!? People are worried about there not being enough Marmite to put on toast?? That’s a very strange thing to be stressed about.

    And if you are confused and you don’t know what this is about, look up “Maramgeddon Shortage” and I’m sure you will find MORE than enough news articles. 

    I really will never understand people that well will I… 

    The Marmageddon Saga

    In a dark room underground
    A sinister looking man
    Placed onto a table
    A tiny jar of black.

    And in exchange he received
    A briefcase full of cash
    It put a whole you meaning to black gold,
    Literally!

    While this was going on,
    At that very same time
    Way above the ground
    People panicked, people cried.

    The end of ends was coming,
    Dark days were truly here
    As something everyone took for granted
    Slowly disappeared

    There were whispers of conspiracies
    Friendships were divided
    No body trusted anyone
    Rumors spread like a fire

    “Did you hear what I heard?
    That so and so over there
    Down on so and so street
    Has a jar or five…!”

    Society was collapsing,
    Nothing could be done
    Extra guards and police were called
    To our nations grocery stores.

    But it wasn’t long sadly
    Till even they joined the crowds
    Calling and shouting for blood
    Of how this could happen at all.

    Which takes us back to our room
    So deep underground
    With our sinister man
    Holding his briefcase of cash

    He realized what a mistake he made
    As he sat there licking his lips
    And he lunged over the table
    Attacking his trader

    “Give me back my black”
    He shouted, grunting like a beast
    “I need it… I need it
    Without it I’m dead”

    And as he managed to get it back
    He dashed off back to his home
    Hiding it from view
    Not letting anyone know

    And at last when he got there
    He got some bread and a knife
    He made himself some toast
    And spread it thickly all over.

    And as he ate his black gold
    Drooling from the mouth
    Making sure not to crunch to loud
    As to not alert the world

    He began to get fearful,
    As reality consumed his mind…
    Soon he to would be one of them,
    Calling for blood and rioting.

    Then at last when it was gone
    When every dot had been licked
    He picked up a softball bat
    And said to himself this…

    “There is nothing I wouldn’t do…
    Not a single thing in the world
    To get another jar of black
    And just have it one more time”


    March 20th, 2012 | Matty Angel | 3 Comments |

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Matty is a 36 year old girl who is an Autistic Poet, Writer and Artist and lives alone in Christchurch New Zealand with a kitty! Matty has given many talks on autism and about being unique in a world that's often not accepting, Matty has also engaged with artist and worked on Art projects Matty usually works on an Art project at the same time as a writing one! This means posts can be a bit delayed!

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  • Pip 03.20.2012

    Matty this is just wonderful…. have shown to my daughter to read and she loves it. Are people really stressed about no Marmite ???? Well maybe not in the context of a dictionary definition of stress but Marmite is kind of culturally iconic I guess. A bit like It’s been around for generations. Marmite is marmite there is no replacement. A true “Marmiter” won’t cross the fence to indulge in “Vegemite” cos it is NOT the same.

    Does this help explain 🙂

  • Katrina

    Awesome Matty 🙂 If there is no marmite there is no marmite… It can’t be helped, so why stress about it?! (I guess it helps Im not a marmite eater, I prefer promite… but it wouln’t be the end of the world if I couldn’t get it either!)

  • Andrea

    Fantastic! To be honest, I don’t get the panic either. There are other options for spreads on your toast! Great poem. I love it 🙂

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