Soft Rains

The clock ticks five, the stove makes toast
A robotic mouse cleans up the ghost
The house computes the daily plan
For a family turned to sand

It doesn't know the bomb fell down
It doesn't care about the charred-brown town
The silhouette upon the wall
The final fucking curtain call!

Eight-fifteen, the rain won't clean
The poison off the silver screen
The house keeps singing, "Soft rains fall"
But there's no one left to hear the call!

The dog eats poison, dies in pain
A mechanical bride cleans up the stain
The nursery plays the waving grass
But the future's made of broken glass!

"Today is Tuesday..."
The house recites the fucking news!
No one to read, no one to choose!
Just concrete and a pair of shoes!

Eight-fifteen, the rain won't clean
The poison off the silver screen!
The house keeps singing, "Soft rains fall"
But there's no one left to hear the call!

The intellect crashes... crashes... crashes...
..."Today is August fifth, 2026..."