post-nuclear genus

You bust this greenery behaving inappropriately, given the circumstances. Its persistence disturbs you and you're forced to look away after taking the photographs. You decide that it's a 'new green' and realize that we'll eventually have to re-name and re-categorize all the earth's flora considering the exponential changes to our ecological and socio-economic condition. You quietly name this particular weed 'Ghoulish Green' of the 'Post-Nuclear' genus and walk away laughing at your obviousness.

Half down the block you wonder what ever happened to the unbiased 'no more nukes' protest movement of the 1970's-1990's (?). You think about complacency as an accomplice to the evident tyranny of our infantile world government. Too much, you decide, and beg yourself to think of other things. You immediately feel ashamed because its now evident that you're not just a carrier for this parasite; it has vanquished you too.

(Wassup. I and I is peaceful rasta man.)