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
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