I emerged from my basement with a bottle of sour mash A few days after the blinding white flash In the wake of a nuclear backlash You see my friends and I had planned to have a bash,
Funny how the whole world seems to have changed Nothing like a mushroom cloud that will rearrange Life seems a bit different after a nuclear exchange Existence has definitely gotten strange,
Tried to go to the store in my melted car That didn’t work so I tried to walk to the local bar These things do tend to leave emotional scars Is this what happened millions of years ago on Mars?
Clouds of smoke high overhead Looks like everything was converted to hell instead Excuse me for expressing this dread I wonder when I’ll see my next loaf of bread,
Hard to appreciate life when everything looks like burnt crust I can remember a simpler time when babies fussed I wonder if all diplomatic angles were even discussed I will help you if I can I will kill you if I must,
Drinking alone now seems to be a predestined fact And all because of a senseless act I wonder how much the odds against us were stacked How did we even get God smacked?
Now seemingly covered in moon dust Seems there won’t be much interest in lust The new clique “Find survivors or bust”? Wondering if we get a deadly wind gust?
Brighter than a thousand suns Just enough to disintegrate my honey buns Is there anything left alive that flies or runs? Maybe count the bodies for recreation and fun,
Gosh, how my priorities have shifted How far has the plutonium drifted? Through the rubble I have sifted Will it matter at all if I was ever gifted?
No birds in the sky or crickets chirping, wonder why? Trying to fight the urge to cry Would an extraterrestrial civilization even care to sigh? Survive? Why should I even try?
Blinding White Flash
by Doc Vega
Apr 15
Blinding White Flash
A few days after the blinding white flash
In the wake of a nuclear backlash
You see my friends and I had planned to have a bash,
Funny how the whole world seems to have changed
Nothing like a mushroom cloud that will rearrange
Life seems a bit different after a nuclear exchange
Existence has definitely gotten strange,
Tried to go to the store in my melted car
That didn’t work so I tried to walk to the local bar
These things do tend to leave emotional scars
Is this what happened millions of years ago on Mars?
Clouds of smoke high overhead
Looks like everything was converted to hell instead
Excuse me for expressing this dread
I wonder when I’ll see my next loaf of bread,
Hard to appreciate life when everything looks like burnt crust
I can remember a simpler time when babies fussed
I wonder if all diplomatic angles were even discussed
I will help you if I can I will kill you if I must,
Drinking alone now seems to be a predestined fact
And all because of a senseless act
I wonder how much the odds against us were stacked
How did we even get God smacked?
Now seemingly covered in moon dust
Seems there won’t be much interest in lust
The new clique “Find survivors or bust”?
Wondering if we get a deadly wind gust?
Brighter than a thousand suns
Just enough to disintegrate my honey buns
Is there anything left alive that flies or runs?
Maybe count the bodies for recreation and fun,
Gosh, how my priorities have shifted
How far has the plutonium drifted?
Through the rubble I have sifted
Will it matter at all if I was ever gifted?
No birds in the sky or crickets chirping, wonder why?
Trying to fight the urge to cry
Would an extraterrestrial civilization even care to sigh?
Survive? Why should I even try?