sorpses

sorpses 
we feel our bodies slowly deteriorate
under the cold winter sun
as our clothes rot away to dust
the same as our corpses
no longer once proud
like the bastard bosses
who used and abused us
decades ago
seemingly yesterday
global civilization now a memory
galactic events moving forward
take off your clothes!
repeatedly raping us on the desk
sparing us no pain
for what once was
never to be repeated
life on earth
a dead world...