As always
The world is breaking
My heart
And I still can’t figure out
Why I care
Without offspring
I have no fear
Of my fallout
Having to deal
With our fallout
And I never appreciated
Our steadfast disregard
Of all things decent
Our self-righteous
Self-serving inability
To recognize our role
In this cosmic performance
Treating war
Like a soap-opera
Social horror
Like a sitcom
Environmental concerns
A laughable commercial
Peddling inconvenient
Inventions
Arriving much too late
Hell-bent
On global suicide
And all we can do
Is wink at the camera
Wave off the blindfold
And stare down
The firing squad
With one last cigarette
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