The Future is Fucked
The bottom half of my body is toast,
yet I’m dragging it through this burning
I should probably just cut off the part
that’s started to rot...
It’s green and black, and has terrible white
spots, and it’s such a fucking pain to
keep up this charade,
and pretend like your dead,
when you know that you’re not,
but the Surveillance Bots are sweeping
through the sky these days, and
the only way to keep them at bay
is become perfectly still, and not move
a fucking inch
when you hear the buzzing of their gears...
...I know there will come a time,
in the near future, when the gears will be silent
after the technology catches up,
but for now I am safe from their wrath...
...Thank fuck for that!...
I see a large piece of broken glass,
and I inch toward it in the hopes
I can cut off the worst of my limbs
that just keeps flopping around lifelessly,
and slowing me the fuck down...
I pull towards it, and hear
buzzing again the distance...
...I become perfectly still, and plunge
my face in a puddle of mud, with my
lips to the side, so I can breath
and not produce bubbles in the pool...
Ah, fuck, There’s something swimming in the brown
I can see a black tail slide out, and then
disappear near my mouth...
The only thing that’s keeping me sane
is the memory of a girl that I use to know...
...She wasn’t really that great, but she
had her moments,
and she wouldn've been a good companion
in moments of great distress like this...
Suddenly a red light pours down on me
from the sky up above...
I see it through a tiny slit in my right
eye-lid, and it’s scanning me up,
...I’m paralyzed with fear, and begin
to feel an uncontrollable urge to cough,
which I know I shouldn’t dare do...
Why do I have to fucking cough now???....
(To be continued...)