Nature Loves Her Little Surprises
Let’s go with the flow
But wait it’s fearful and confused
Panicking
The end of times?
Not that flow
That is the flow of illusion
Let there be no wafting confusion
I want to go with the other flow
Hey, may I come with you?
Not unless you have the appropriate mask
You also must commit twenty-six rolls of toilet paper to the cause
What cause is that?
Pow! They are running from you
Someone’s brown paper bag breaks open.
A small hand sanitizer drops into the street.
You lean down to pick it up for them.
They smack you on the head with their fist.
Where is my OxyContin when I need her?
You ask as you wake up.
That is no solution!
Sure It is.
Part of the endless solutions.
You begin piling toilet paper and hand sanitizers into a wagon.
Hey! Wait for me!
You trip and fall.
End up being the only survivor of a holocaust.
Nature loves her little surprises.
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