Way back in the day,
like seven, eight years ago,
had me some visions.

No, I wasn't high.
Nor tripping on LSD.
Totally sober.

I'd go to Walmart
and the shelves would be barren.
Completely empty.

Abandoned and void.
You think things are bad right now?
It's only begun.

My silly third eye,
energized by my third leg,
sees things it shouldn't.

I shouldn't tell you.
I guess it's okay this time.
And you are welcome.