Some guy over lunch said:
“Future wars won’t be fought over oil; they will be fought over air”
He had a shining bald spot and white hair
In the future maybe wars will be fought over free time
They will be fought over DNA and who owns the rights to mine
The way my chromosomes align (etc)
That guy having lunch ate:
A soup, a salad and pad thai
He was talking about war to his friend – some other old guy
And I was listening from the kitchen
Cleaning up plates and people’s table scraps
Pondering the stupidity of plastic wrap, and other immortal bits of trash
Once a night I feed the dumpster
Once a week a truck takes it away
And they’ll pile it up and we’ll leave it there
For other people to deal with some other day
Because the future is still too far away
Although this may well be the last war we will ever wage
It all seems too far away to change.
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