It's okay to write for yourself

Laughing at Family Guy,
half covered by a blanket,
curled on my bed.
How is it still airing if
I'm the only person left
on Earth?
There is nothing left to fear -
no wars, no greenhouse gases, no
peer pressures, unknown tensions,
societal expectations,
people asking about religion, about
grades, about goals, about smiles and tears.
There is nothing left to fear when
I'm the only person left
on Earth.
There is no one to be pretty for,
no one to worry about or to call or text,
no one to occupy me, but
no reason to hide. No reason to work out,
but no gym memberships to pay,
no log-ins, no questions, no drive-bys,
no drive-thrus, no locked doors,
no one to come when an alarm is triggered.
There is no one to be pretty for when
I'm the only person left
on Earth.