Once you no longer sit on the fence,
Allusions to future events
Begin to look moot,
No longer compute,
And start making less and less sense.
AGW and Meltdowns End It
Our various doomer room chatters
Are listing the ways the world shatters,
But since we can’t beat
The nukes and the heat,
None of that other stuff matters.
I read some new bummer’s occurred,
And I should have my empathy stirred;
Yet sometimes I laugh,
Which I know is a gaffe,
But the whole thing’s so fucking absurd.
Gaia, Suffering, and Human Extinction
Extinction might be Gaia’s cure
From humans and all their manure,
But, in any case,
When we vacate this space,
Our suffering will end for sure.