Janet's Hope

The world ended suddenly on Victory Tuesday A plague came and took all of the people away It killed Big Brother when he stopped to sneeze Who knew that death came in floating on the breeze I wander alone, among the bloated, rotting dead Stench, corpses and bodies, everywhere I tread I live at the Ministry of Plenty, just to survive I desperately hope I am not the last person alive Why am I alive? I must be somehow immune To the sickness that caused Oceania's doom I used to work at Pornosec, my name is Janet Living and surviving on this lonely, lifeless planet