Boomer Armageddon

will pound a gavel into a
polished desktop mirror,

finally granting Charlie Manson
the parole he so richly

demanded.
Together with

a resurrected Dick Clark,
he leads an army of rejuvenated,

walker-wielding hippy corpses
in a Viagra-induced priapismic frenzy

raping and pillaging their way
through the unsuspecting Gen X and Y

villages, whacking all the (Social
Security reducing) little piggies,

driving the tattered remnants of their families
in a Trail of Tears

to the shores of the Great Lakes,
whose bottoms are already colonized by the

tech-savvy Millennials, their catbird seat
Alamo containing the world's last supply

of potable water and edible fish,
their final communion.