On a full stomach it’s easier

It’s forever old stories by old men and they bore me,
what use of I for daring or to die in combat?

Give me the new, the modernistic view and not tales of the cyclops,
give me more cyborgs, more dot org’s, lead me to the overdose and let me have my fill.

What I will hand down to the future generation is my admiration for having survived at all,

I know that we’re not getting out
but the seedlings left can sprout
and grow, I
hope so anyway.

© 2020, John Smallshaw.