Maybe it was because
I was sheltered, but when
I heard of the stupid deaths
that were happening during
end-of-the-world parties,
all night binges on pot,
and paying too much
attention to blogs,
all I felt was embarrassment.
More so when the stories
were being written
(some in spite of
YouTube evidence)
with guts and glory
and more chainsaws than
any city has right
or need to have.
All we learned from
ancestors rewriting history
was how to do it ourselves,
substituting log cabbins
with insulated death buses
that run on organic fuel.
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