10 Seconds to Plan

"No one said this would be dangerous..."

Bat at the ready, those targets don't give up

and move laterally.

Nowhere but the nameless roads or

the sea to state it plainly.

Pretend it won't affect you,

unalived by this one or the next group.

"What should I do?"

Relax, you don't have to step foot on the

moon, but the distance will make you

envious.

It's not 'all' of you to cover, it's

the notable bits, you loon. Isolative penance

for this panicked Square Anus.

Dark hoodie, plain cheap frames,

Cash only and answer to your new name

until the cows come home, eat the steak

without the shame.

No notes, no last rites, a natural disaster

is a bonus. Don't go nuts, death just makes it

faster.

Before you consider the leave, remember

debtors are the nastier.

Canned tuna meals without

an opener, prepare for the stoner's couch

or bum fire. Slow the roll,

ignore the clout.

Clean-shaven? Try the switch-a-roo, opposite, wear

a beard; neither, just get weird. Must

change styles in a mirror.

Don't get caught with the bugout bag, only

the 'well-worn' contents inside. Move about,

head down, they expect you to hide.

Plagiarizing IDs for the forms

with those high interest rates.

Your mother was never born,

"Hell nah, I've never been to those Parkway dorms.

Fingerprints are a myth: every shirt

tailored a little past the wrist. Front yard

always has the thickest mist. Family huddled

in horror, perpetually waiting for the twist.

Defy the laws like they don't exist, speed run

through TSA, as you deploy the officers-- "hey, hey,

look, there's the terrorists!" Cars forever parked for

intense dogging days, a mile from your quaint cabin

and your hermit ways.

Let them wonder what happened amidst freedom's scorn.

All the time in the world with your life to mourn.