Eucatastrophic Apocalypticus

Don’t worry, you’ll be desperate enough soon
once your newborn’s been processed
and they’ve brainwashed your wife
and your home’s been taken back by the bank
and your phone’s been turned off
and there’s no more food left
because you’d lived on borrowed time.
You really should have thought about it
shouldn’t you
how you were happy to watch it all unfold
so long as it didn’t affect you
so long as it happened elsewhere
and you could donate a little something
to a steaming bunch of charity shysters
just so you can say you tried.
But look at you now
planning your midnight sorties
with your prized kitchenware
to steal scraps from other houses
from shivering old ladies you sold insurance to
for the new car
the holiday
the private health plan.
They’ll be waiting with their dead husband’s putter
tired beady eyes to the windows
remembering holocausts and wars
as if it was yesterday
watching out for you to take what’s left.
Nothing new there then.

Don’t worry, you’ll be desperate enough soon,
once they’ve switched off the mains
and turned off the water
and stolen away to a quiet place
to wait for you to tear your hair out
to rip your neighbour’s face off
which you’ve been dying to do anyway
and you really should have thought it all through before
shouldn’t you
you should have dug a hole to put your tins and bottles in
to keep your family alive longer than the rest
so you could be part of the brave new world.
But when silence rings before the sirens howl
you’ll see the men in camouflage arrive
only to shoot you down on your doorstep
after all those weeks
all those weeks without light and heat
only to be shot down in front of your brainwashed wife
and your processed baby
just when you thought you’d won
you stupid ignorant cunt.