I'M Scrapin'

I'm scrapin' the marrow I'm scrapin' the marrow from the splintered bones of my last hero Sustenance Flecks of sustenance as I cower Cower under this shelf This outcropping of old white guy Trepidatiously I peer out at a Skynet world Shadow governments Shady leaders Populations being winnowed Pared back by progress There was a time (and I remember this time) when it was said "Man will never walk on the Moon" And now when it is said "Worldwide famine is impossible" I ain't so sure Weavin' Weavin' the sinew of my last hero Weavin' a cord A sling cord Need a pouch Here's one Need stones Here's two A guy once told me "You have to give a bit of yourself to the effort" I understand that now as I sip from the skull top cup of my last hero