Jets

The world is empty

The cities bare

The plows are left there

The government is supporting what’s left of the stores and bars and factories 

Those who survived first want to know if they’re caught

They got what they ought

Then when the coast is clear, they start partying 

The champagne flows

The cocaine knows

The heroines blow

It’s Prada and Armani and choo

What choo gonna do

The children don’t know

The elders keep the secret

Football teams keep up the charade 

Perhaps another victory parade

The military and politicians don’t know what to do

The bad guys are now good 

And the good guys are now blue

The clubbers continue to vie

And the secret parties rise

For the youth to reveal and hide

The pirates never break stride

Except when you can see their insides 

And then they get bigger and why

The Union is decide abide

As jets over the wasteland fly