torn up
with nothing to lose.
this is my establishment,
my plastic government,
my genocide
by the hands of the rich.
and i seem
to have
lost my phone
so i can't
take pictures
of the
impending doom.
but that's okay
there are hundreds
of others
postulating
for posterity's sake.
i'm lost
in a technical apocalypse
as the blood drips
across a battlefield
of touch screen
pavement.
and somebody
somewhere
will upload all
of the videos
in case i miss
anything.
and if we should lose,
there's always magical thinking
to save the day
as the Earth goes
pop
beneath our feet
and the fat cats
are all tucked away
in special bunkers
like the cheap fuckers
they are
while we endure the wounds
that heal into scars
to show our invisible children
what it was like
to live through
the end of the world.
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