Post Apocalyptic Punk

My hair's on fire...screech, bump, screech of tires as they run over somebody...

it's ok no one pays much attention to the occasional desiccated body thats been hanging

out a tenement window a few months...that's a popular tattoo now..

permanent shunts in fashionable arms in distinctive tech and color statements, a brace

of i.v.'s at each cafe table...posters of Lilly Allen and Rehab on pock marked walls

showing many layers of paint job like most of the customers.

"Apocalypse? Yeah, they were in last week...tonight we got Slave Labor fronting

for Barbarians From The Frontier. Last time they were here there were twenty dead 

and many injured. The cover was steep enough  to carry it. They love this stuff...

what better way to go out than have a blow out, spend your money and be sure you 

were dead before the night was over? So what if they consumed your body for the residuals?

We're way beyond the day of the hash brownie."