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Climate Change

from Men of Substance by Tripod

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I'm not sure that I will be very well-suited
To the new post-climate-change society
It bothers me

I'm not sure that I have the tools to deal
With the complete collapse of the modern world
I'd be rooted

I burn easily
And my feet get sore when I walk barefoot
It's pathetic
I'd last two seconds

I'm not sure that I'd
Have a chance in a half-drowned
Post-technological world

I'm not sure that I know enough about bush tucker
Or how to get water from cactuses
Aren't they prickly or something?

I've got no indigenous friends
And I'm sure they'd get suss
If I tried to buddy up to them at this late stage
They'd be onto me

I get bored quickly
If I couldn't stare at a screen all day
I'd have no purpose
I'd be a vegetable

I'm not sure that I'd
Have a chance in a DIY
Make-your-own-fun world

Even allowing for the possibility
That it might not be exactly like Mad Max
You can be sure that there'd still be a healthy amount
Of fighting marauders off

And I'm not much good
At fighting marauders off
I learnt this at my year twelve formal

I'm not sure that I have the upper body strength
To cope with all the rowing in an ocean-based world
I'd be completely at sea

And my wordsmithery
Would fall on deaf ears
With the people with hats made of sheep skulls
Then they'd kill me

I'm not sure that there'd
Be a place for a fey bookish technophile
In a physically challenging
Nomadic foraging siphoning dot-painting
Oral tradition world

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from Men of Substance, released March 28, 2013

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