I Want My WMDs

By Brett J. Scott

I would never survive if civilization collapsed.

Still,

I have stacks of books,

yet seldom read.

I stock my pantry full of noodles and sauce pouches,

yet seldom cook.

Give me a Nuclear Winter Snow Day.

I’ll stay home during fallout

and nurse away my sunburn;

I’ll thrill as the seasons are strewn about

and twisted.

I’ll get to stay in

and read for days

by the light

of my own

skin.