And I’ll have to pollinate my buds with cue tips
Which I’ll have to fabricate from dandelion fuzz
Or something else, like old fiberglass insulation
Because there won’t be anymore dandelions
Or bees to pollinate them
So, I’ll have to get into shape for that
Others will be in shape
They’ll be muscling flat screen TVs
From uptown high rises to take along with
Into some other, better place
Where there won’t be electricity
But plenty of plutonium slag heaps to plug into
No place for pride or greed
Or credit card wet dream
Instant gratification
We’ll have to work hard
For every little thing
Like picking the fiberglass filaments
From old insulation
To make cue tips
To pollinate our tomato blossoms
Because by then
We will be
The only bees
There are