I was afflicted
before I was born,
carried a disease,
living in the belly of the beast.
I feasted on nails,
ate them for breakfast,
at lunch,
and for dinner.
While people were getting invisalign,
we were drawing beads on bad guys.
And when they posted on Tumbler,
my buddies & me were dismantling IEDs.
Christ, they think Facebook is cool,
drooling over what
their friends are
having for lunch.
Sadly, in the scheme of things,
none of this means ****,
the only reality is your own
& how you treat your enemies.
That's survivor of the fittest.
Ask yourself this,
how long will you make it
when the power finally goes out?
One hour, maybe two.
It won't be fun or even pretty.
Stormtrooper's coming.