“Pre-doomers” and “doomers,” one finds,
Divide people of earth in two kinds:
Glimpsing the horrors,
And the rest, who’ll soon change their minds.
The world’s full of pre-doomer folks
To whom climate warnings are jokes;
They’ll laugh less at the jest
Upon joining the rest
Who found out global warming’s no hoax.
The doomer’s now seen as a loon,
But we’re all going to be doomers soon;
Calling soon-to-be “pre”
Comes off more PC
Than to laugh and say, “What a maroon!”
“We’re all caught in the very same net.”
We learn from this micro-vignette
And other pre-doomers
Just haven’t become doomers yet.
In the end, the world will attune
To the song of the doomer commune:
Those in the choir
Can see things are dire;
The rest will become doomers soon.