There’s a very big flood going on and I don’t see many people anymore
outside the walmart parking lot
so we steal a car there, a really cool car,
you know, sleek and silver, shining at every curve;
my friend who jumped the vehicle throttles the engine with all its might
and then brakes hard, throwing us into glass or cushions.
Then we wanna get stuff from inside
where different people are at different isles taking things,
where what I’ve always wanted is in high supply
while everyone is fighting for what they need,
and before you know it we've got to run
and now the cool car is missing
and all my stuff is on the concrete;
so we try and steal another car, white and clunky,
and I keep trying to move my stuff into the trunk,
but nothing pairs up anymore- not my socks,
not these tangled cords,
none of these things,
not at all.
Now we’re all ready to go,
but nothing of mine will be coming along;
I see it hanging out the broken window:
the trunk’s comes open as we speed off
and everything I own comes unfurled out the back.
I want it all back from the wind,
but on we careen, forward
into the void.
