I’d Sell My Body
They say the glaciers are all going to melt
The oceans rising up to sweep away all the rich folks
Taking down all their ocean front properties I could never dream to afford
So I don’t give a damn
It won’t affect me
And even if it would I’ll be dead long before then
I’m living life to the fullest now
Turning up the AC and driving when my destination is just two blocks away
It’s the here and now about which I care
Future generations? Who are they to me
I have no kids to worry over
And really, stop and think about it
Some genius Bond villain will build a compound high up in a mountain
Taking all the smartest folks along
And all the prettiest ones too to be their breeding stock
If I were young I’d sell my body to be one of them
And as for all the rest, I don’t like very many humans anyway
They are mostly dumb and ugly and will not be missed
So do not bother me with your doom and gloom
Let me pour another drink and watch my porn
The end of the world only sounds bad on paper
I think the planet will be happy to have most of us gone
Peter Kaczmarczyk, raised in Massachusetts, was willing to leave the comfort of Red Sox country when he learned there were Dunkin Donuts in Indiana. His writing’s assisted by cats, who think they can do better than him by walking across the keyboard. Peter’s work has been included in over 60 journals and anthologies and he has published two chapbooks. He is co-creator of the Captain Janeway statue in Bloomington, Indiana.
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