He woke one day. The sun shone bright. He brushed his teeth. Shrugged off the night. He got dressed then had some tea. Went for a walk. The world to see. The people seemed to not be there. The streets all silent. The roads are bare. Nothing to see and nothing to do. They just disappeared. The world was blue. There had been no wars. No alien  invasion. Just the mass disappearance of a consumerist nation. And I alone never took the jab. Was that the reason? The jab was bad?

It thinned the body then thinned the mind. It made a calamity of all human-kind. Their bodies shrunk to a tiny whisper. They shrunk into trees and that glorious vista. A terrible tragedy. A terrible crime. But that’s what happens to pliable minds. They follow the sheep. The herds. The mass. Now they’ve disappeared into the grass.

And now I’m alone with nothing to do. Religion has gone and so have you. The churches are all empty there is no mass. The school kids have gone there is no class. I can wander around and eat the food. Steal from shops and read on the loo. But now its boring without human kind. Only in opposition did I feel so refined.

I needed them to feel so good. Those horrible humans and their horrible brood. I must admit that they were funny. Splashing their cash spending their money. They argued at night and drank in the morning. They fought with brothers without warning. I despaired of them and their shite tv shows. But admit I feel lost without their woes.

Alas I have a possible cure to redeem lost souls and make them pure. They can reappear from the wind and the grass. But this time I will ensure they will not be an ass. They will believe I’m a king who has resurrected their kind. And I will teach their pliable minds. To love and care and read great books and not be obsessed by their hair and looks.

There and now and listening too.The words of wisdom that I once knew. A bit of the bible. A bit of love. I got them believing in the returning dove. When one appeared they all knew. That I was great and my fame grew. I became enamoured with the endless elation. The fame, the girls, the stories on creation. Then one day flaming saucers arrived and out popped green dudes who appeared contrived. They pointed at me and cried out fake and gathered the crowds to burn me at the stake.

As the flames licked up around my arse I ponded my errors my not bad past. The humans were fine and know different from me. A beer. A show. Some twat on tv. The problem spending time alone. The mind grows mad. A dog with a bone. In my next life I will to make amends.  I’ll join in the fashion and laugh at the trends. You never know what might come next. An apocalyptic alien with a serious vex. They take over the planet and turns us into slaves. And make us work into an early grave. Fuck this shit I’m of again. Pointless rhymes without ends. Life just sucks and that’s a fact. This previous work I do retract.