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By Henri Whitehead

If I were the last man on Earth,
No gas station would be safe,
From my looting skills,
Bags of Sour Gummies
Would fly off the shelves,
Till I vomit at the sight of them.

If I were the last man on Earth,
I would run amok in the mall,
I would play with every toy,
I would watch every movie,
I would try on every scent
In Bath and Body Works.

If I were the last man on Earth,
I would build a gigantic garden,
Living off what’s left of the land,
In hopes that I could please
Mother Nature enough that
She would bring back our race.

If I were the last man on Earth,
I would write and write
A diary of this monotonous time,
In hopes that someone or something,
Would glimpse these last dull days.

If I were the last man on Earth,
I would take my own life,
Hanging myself on the Oak Tree,
Over the garden meant for gods,
Hoping that we would be together,
In the next great adventure,
Where I would be a blue alien named Ga’alke’
And you would be across the hall,
From my alien office.

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