It's OK To Leave

It’d be alright to leave those hoarse shouts and their whorish screams far behind

Don’t need to see every bit of the open land turned into monocrops for the surging poor

I can sadly hand the skinny babies back to their undernourished and dirty mothers

No real need to stick around to watch every last large animal simply be wiped out

It’s OK to leave and let their sad, greedy and pointless drama play on out without me

No reason to watch the poison, litter, dust and destruction just keep on spreading

It’ll be nice not hearing the constant roar of jackass traffic filling them with road rage

Wont bother me to not have to get all my information from corporate advertising media

I can just remove their vivid implanted dreams of that credit card faux-luxury without any fear

It might actually be safe and good not to see the latest in sports championship hyperbole

I won’t need to be sad to miss either foolish talk shows or trivial project schedules

You just don’t have to stick around for the intellectual poverty of the onrushing Modern Dark Ages

I can safely move on without jeopardizing even a bit of our blindly venal self-destruction

I don’t have to watch economic needs savagely destroy the only environment that supports them

It’ll be alright not to unwillingly help as we poison the very family nests we so carefully build

I really wont miss the unending statistics of habitat dicing, degradation and destruction

It’ll be good not helping reduce all rivers to stagnant green canals filled with our toxic sludge

I’ll be glad not wasting fossil water feeding indigestible grain to tortured factory cattle

Wont learn how the entire world ocean filled with microscopic plastic litter particulates

What a relief not hearing about no-bid, cost-plus, auto-renewing military contracts again

Not required to debt finance any more of the institutionalized ongoing insanity called war

Cant be forced to witness more witless and unsmiling cruelty in the name of any of our 1 true gods

Its OK to leave even before the blindly self-destructive climax occurs in its own good time

You don’t have to be there as the earth shrugs us off without even a geologic trace

It’s alright to miss the great human die-off that’s shortly to slap us all back into darkness

It’ll be easier than trying to survive without either our technology or ancestral wisdom

Don’t worry that you’d ever be missed in the self-trampling consumerist stampede

If you will just relax and step away from that blatting big screen for a moment, sir

No one will notice you walking off into a polluted sunset during their nightly commute

It’s not necessary that you see this foolish waste and destruction to its bitter end

It’s OK to end your mandatory participation in this vast de-construction that we call progress

You need not worry they might turn the filthy tide from selfish greed to steady state

Fear not that your presence is required as we descend into poverty, ignorance and filth

Lo, the increasing heat, mass extinction and habitat destruction are now self-sustaining

Their stale & fictional gods wont be poised to punish you for setting off upon your own

It’s OK to leave at any time for it’s all the same to the beckoning void that silently awaits

It's So Over Now

A proudly-ignorant dystopia

 There’s still smoke everywhere but most of the really big fires are almost out

We’re seeing isolated pockets of resistance but nothing that is organized

The major roads are all empty and impassible due to all the abandoned cars

Semi trailers stand jack-knifed and gutted oozing discarded packaging materials

Groups of vigilantes search out the minorities they have always deemed evil and guilty

Dirty children play happily, unaware of their ragged dress and skin diseases

The once-fat all share the same final diet and, dear friends, it always works

None of the women seem quite so beautiful, stripped of makeup, jewelry & clean clothes

There’s plenty of paper but nobody bothers writing much but simple messages

Luckily, we’ve still got a lot of ammunition left, what with all the enemies that surround us

Nothing’s growing since the farmers fled in front of us and we ate up all their seed

Those Black Helicopters do still fly by real low right over us every once in a while

It’s over now and we all know the Good Old Days are not even coming back

We camp each night in a different abandoned SUV that will never run again

I killed a man over an unopened can of beans that some child had dug up

We shoot every off-color on sight, take their stuff and leave them strung up as examples

Grandpaw got drunk and left behind and the feral dogs just tore him apart

We keep moving south with the fall but it’s getting darker and colder even faster

Found a Witness Group dead in their circle all cleaned up and dressed real nice

It’s much better now that all the corpses have decayed about enough to stop their stinking

Now the rain is dirty and it coats everything in a somber, itchy gray

We killed a skinny, lost cow last month so we stopped and feasted for a week

I’m on the lookout for some new shoes and Jimmy needs a sweater

Took quite a while to get used to things being so damn quiet all the time

We surrounded a locked compound and smoked out some corporate pretenders

Heard all the starving survivalists just sniping at each other out there in the woods

Showed the kids some books but knew they would never learn to read

It’s over now and pretty soon won’t none of us care to even know no better