The Pedestrian.

I am a writer,

The last one of them all,

I stroll through the barren city.

To clear my mind, to breath fresh air.

Where did all the people go

Not a single person in the streets

Oh where did all the people go,

Are they all inside, watching repeats?

Walking along, walking along

Sirens wailing, wailing, wailing.

Along comes a car

It's a robot, it's a cop.

It calls me unusual, it calls me mad.

It hauls me off, to a psychiatric ward.

To inject me with drugs,

and brainwash my mind.

I was a writer, I was, I was.

But what am I now?

Deaf, dumb, brain dead.

Gone.