a cannibal seed sewn deep
sprouting dreams of ironclad horsemen
guised in boomer-bomb clouds
leave it to the History Cannel...

thinking back to third grade
when mormons raided Sam's Club
fearing numbers
Dad thought them fools.

I think
if the world ends tomorrow,
no one will notice;

when it doesn't,
no one will care.
I want Super Saiyan abilities