Post dystopia
My people call your people
next thing I know
I’m back on the streets
parading down the boulevard
w/a big dog named Bella
I borrowed from a stranger
The sun shines brightly
positioned at twelve o’clock
strangers casting words my way
shouting out random thoughts
some asking where you going baby?
everywhere I say
everywhere
The streets have never been safer
ever since a miracle wave
swept away all the terrible people
some saying it was the work
of badass angels
either that or a band
of alien collectives
august two thousand twenty-three
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