The Last One on the Shelf

Alright here we go again,
I walked up to the store
expecting those fresh brown looks
possibly even a little blue to add colour,
but all I saw was brown.

The little store was empty of people
as always.

I didn't think people would quite
appreciate the magic of
books.

Yet here I am
staring at a blank, hazel slate,
with no books.
I kept asking myself,
"how in the world of little cockroaches, are there no books?"
How?

I knew everyone who read books
in the very
tiny neighborhood.
And here I was thinking I was actually exaggerating
about the fact that I knew everyone that did read.

Emphasis on
Everyone.
Everyone

Maybe I was right?
Did I just predict the future? What kind of sorcery is this?

I kept asking myself
"since when did people like books?"

I went over to
the comic books, of course,
they were all gone.

I went over to the fantasy.
They were all gone.

I ran around the library knowing that the staff
didn't care.

All the books were gone.

Except the one about a medical society
that warned the people about the disease creating zombies
which no one believe because they thought it was an early April Fool's
Joke.