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Just Another Day In My Man Cave

Just Another Day In My Man Cave

I always arise
at break of dawn,
when curtained solar
radiance openly drawn
upon a vast
wasteland, though thankfully
most (boot not all)

bipedal hominids gone
widely analogous
to chess pieces
scattered across a giant
severely torqued shredded board,
perhaps except for a stray pawn.

Life distilled as self search engine
crawling on hands and feet,
(NOT with Google) basic needs,
during cold and heat
sans eat, drink, sleep
and of course excrete
(at some distance
removed from hovel).

Thick cobwebs glom collapsed
damp moss covered walls
nearly self imprisoning me,
where the once glorious
complex edifice stood,
now...nothing but a
rubble heap of scree
barely hinting anew of these halcyon

hunting gathering feral days,
when life seems so carefree
versus back when big pistol packing
game commissioners roamed
the verdant rolling hills
of Highland Manor on the lookout
for ill eagle looking aliens,
now...quiet as a cemetery.

Yet such utter desolation
(forcing a daily struggle
of lovely bare bones survival)
matches my mute
misanthropic nature - dee
void of material trappings,
but more pleasing
tis the absence of humanity

solitary existence always sought out
before the global catastrophe
rendered most every
square inch comprising,
the terra firmae
obliterated amidst a sea
of abomination, damnation,
and ruination, nonetheless

dystopian crumbled ruins agree
able, and affixes
a purposefulness to survive
by the sweat of mine
furrowed brow, nee
back breaking twenty four hours
seven days a week
laborious work - key

ping this weather
beaten body of mine,
(that feels a bajillion years old)
in tiptop shape pre
pared to defend myself against,
the most fierce-some (rare lee
seen beast), i.e. another
lone nasty, short and brutish

Homo sapiens, which sighting re
moat, cuz mountains
of near impassable
huge precariously perched,
pock marked, and jagged, debris,
an absolute deterrent to all
but the most gargantuan,
desperate and/or crazy,

what me worry,
NO..., cuz parameters of life
never known to be
so clear cut without the threat
of nuclear weaponry,
where mankind leveled playing field
for every specie.
 

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