The cull

We won’t go out with a whimper but with the whisper of a bullet from the gun of a sniper hired to get you and we won’t have time to wonder why or who.

and maybe, just maybe
that’ll be the gravy on the pudding
or the icing on the cake,

it doesn’t take a genius
to know we’re all superfluous,

needing becomes obsolete when deleted from the dictionary,
the needy will be written out of history and in the future when these days are looked back on
they’ll all seem hunky dory
so
that’s the story that they’ll tell
only the shell casings will remain.

© 2021, John Smallshaw.