I am tired and sat down next to a tree
Will I become Rip VanWinkle
I wake up in 3040 and I am floating atop a burger stand
The wilderness I sat down in has turned into a concrete landscape of a bombed out city
Peter Pan and tinkerbell fly above the buildings dropping gasoline bombs
Like a lava flow people are flowing across the pavement
A giant earthworm is picking up human riders
The fish cast out for people with video game lures
Giant hooks pop out of the lures and the fish drag the humans into the water and swallow them whole in a big bass mouth
How we have become the world
It's so easy to fall in place, conform, and turn into a piece of shit
I float with my boat tied to my hand and spin into a dream on the Upper Iowa
You needn't dream here, everything is done for you
Sorting robots roam through the trash looking for precious metals in trash bag heaven
Row crop money, sweet as honey
As the sun sets through the smoky dust, genetic vampires wake up and roam the streets looking for blood and popsicles.
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