Couplets regarding the end of the world

An old poem I've been coming back to lately and edited tonight (thanks to a bottle of wine):

I was asked once what I would do
should all life end tomorrow.
I considered all the drugs,
the skydives, the obvious
pleasantries one needs an excuse to do
and blew them all away as
candles wavering at the impatient
souffle from the birthday girl.

Instead I did my best
to compose

couplets regarding the
end of the world

smeared on white pages
with messy black ink

for the birthday girl to read
as the light clicks out.