Thursday, January 16, 2020

Dealing with Doom

As more and more shit hits the fan,
We each form our own unique plan:
I just give up hope, 
Smoke plenty of dope, 
And get as fucked up as I can. 

Monday, December 16, 2019

How I Became a Drug Addict

I used to smoke reefers for fun, 
But since big time doom has begun,
I just want to escape
From what’s taking shape,
While watching myself come undone. 

O.K., I suppose that it’s true: 
Escape’s what I’d always pursue;
Doom, we might say,
Has a strange way 
Of showing yourself to you. 

Saturday, November 23, 2019

Hotel Doom

So I called up the Captain to whine:
“I feel strange, in ways hard to define—
Mental changes so bad,
Like I haven’t had
Since nineteen sixty-nine.”

Tuesday, October 29, 2019

Don’t Care

Doom’s getting harder to bear:
I’m stocked up, no more to prepare,
I could go anywhere,
Do whatever I dare,
But I don’t, ‘cause I no longer care.

Thursday, October 24, 2019

Betrayals

Survival becomes more demanding
Since starting our final crash landing; 
And as resources fall,
War of all against all
Expands to the last person standing. 

Friday, October 18, 2019

Anticipation

I’m sitting right here on death row:
No way out, and nowhere to go;
So frankly, my friend,
I’m not fearing the end—
It’s the end of the trouble, you know.

Wednesday, August 28, 2019

Escaping

Day by day, while losing our hope,
We struggle to find ways to cope;
Well, personally, 
What’s working for me: 
All I do now is sleep and smoke dope.