Went out to walk my dog  today,

and saw a shadow, and felt a chill.

It was a dead man walking.

Who hates the left.

Or hates the right.

And hates his work,

and the price of gas,

and the price of food,

and the people who teach,

and the taxes he pays,

and who knows for sure,

that the poor are cheats,

And blames them all,

for all his ills.

and is too much of a man,

for a spiritual life,

but not enough of a man,

to live or love.

A dead man walking,

who lives in fear,

with a zombie child,

waiting for Armageddon,

so the earth can one day be,

as bad as he is now,

a harbinger of the end of things,

a dead man walking.

And shrinks a bit more,

each day, until his life,

and dreams,

and smile,

is invisible, impossible to see.

And don’t you know, he says,

they will screw us every time.

There is no us, I said.

You are not alive anymore.

You are a dead man walking,

I said. No need for you to fear the end,

it is already here.