Dickensian Days

I won't look for you if the apocalypse arrives It's those like me with the least reason to live who will survive to continue searching in vain for anything of value as we did before civilization as we know it ceased to exist when the finer things in life become a tin of beans, clean water, a warm blanket tinder for a fire and a safe place to sleep when names mean nothing and money is merely worthless paper printed with portraits of monarchs and presidents so precious previously to those with power and influence who didn't give a damn about people like us though they'd make a pretense if it would be easy and to their benefit when it was convenient and didn’t conflict with the next high profile black tie event or champagne soirée where the income of the guest list for a single year that they pissed away on the puerile and frivolous would have ended world hunger and poverty Life won’t be all that different honestly struggling to stay alive though we don’t know why as there’s nothing in it for us but another Dickensian day of hopelessness