The Future Grub’s Life

Dawn is rising

Over a new sky

The bugs of the previous day

Can’t understand

Telling the grubs rising

To slouch straight

Sit in assorted rows

And get off those infernal contraptions

As they will murder them


They see chaos

As the young grubs rising

Build their own world

In the confines

Of a digital dimension


The old ones

Tell the young ones

They will waste away

Like in science fiction

Losing reality in fantasy

To fat to fly

In their Earthly bodies

Or to thin to walk

Abandoned towns


Among their chatters of the old

Warnings are lost

As the ideas

Of the old generation

Are put behind

A plaster façade

For the next generation

To unearth

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