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


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


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


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.