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By the author of The Faithful Prepper and Zombie Choices
I woke up with a start
Because today, it was the day!
Turkey, corn, taters too
And I’d just like to say
My attitude quickly soured
As I walked down the stairs
For as I walked amongst the preps
All stacked deep in layers
“I need more cans. This radio’s old.”
“And I’ve got to have more books!”
“Look at this old charcoal.”
“I still hope it cooks!”
“This Kelly Kettle has a ding.”
“This battery? Probably dead.”
“And I’ll be too when it’s post-apoc”
“Unless I buy more lead!”
“These med supplies, they’re not legit.”
“Just stuff from Dollar Store”
“The fancy stuff is where it’s at”
So I tossed them on the floor.
All these preps, all this stuff
But these thoughts were in my mind
Sure, yeah, it was cool.
But my stash was way behind.
“My buddy has more. This isn’t enough!”
“And I lost my old bee hive!”
“If I don’t pick up all this slack”
“My family won’t survive!”
“Look at these guys on Youtube!”
“Think of my buddy, Bob.”
“They’ve got more ammo, food, and guns.”
“And they make me feel a slob.”
“They’ve shelves and bins, a storage room”
“That must’ve cost eight grand.”
“If you cannot match Pinterest”
“If it’s not name brand”
“Then are you really prepping?”
“Or just collecting junk?”
My dissatisfaction with it all
Had put me in a funk
My new knife wasn’t cool as Bob’s
To his, mine was just a toy
Comparison had snuck on in
It is the thief of joy
I hopped into my truck
Just to get out. Clear my head.
Drove through the morning fog
Might pick up a loaf of bread.
I wandered through the backroads
The chill air whipping by
Upset with all I didn’t have
Falling for a lie
The grocery store was open
The clerks weren’t happy there
I was off and they were not
To them, it wasn’t fair.
Then as I drove out the lot
A tent, nestled among trees
An old man was sitting there
Trying not to freeze
His beard was grizzled as his face
A weather-beaten man
His clothes were falling all apart
And his skin was leather tan
I continued driving on
Somewhat shocked by what I saw
There’d been more homeless
Than there were last fall
I stopped to get a little gas
That truck can drink…