We Don’t Know How To Stop Doom

We can make an electric broom,

And rockets that vroom when they zoom,

And a boom from the bloom

Of a nuclear plume,

But we do not know how to stop doom.

We can sit around in the gloom

Discussing great issues that loom;

What’s more, we presume,

Someone cares when we fume,

Yet and that still, that doesn’t stop doom.

In conclusion then, we must assume,

When there’s nothing left to exhume

From our womb and our tomb,

That it all went kaboom

‘Cause we did not know how to stop doom.

On Morality

The monkeys used series of grunts
Inventing the “law” with word stunts,
But that greased the way
To mute social fray
That each monkey always confronts.

The top monkey set down the law
And taught all to hold it in awe,
But if anyone bucked,
They got royally fucked
With justice that’s red, tooth and claw.

You see, they had no right or wrong
To govern the monkey throng,
But if you insist
That justice persist,
The right ones were always the strong!

Nothing Don’t Matter No More

Ain’t sweeping no dirt off no floor,

Don’t seem like no reason what for;

Climate heat’s high degree

Plus failed nukes guarantee

That nothing don’t matter no more.

Each day we see more to deplore—

Still in store, much more horror of war;

With nowhere to flee,

There’s no escapee,

So nothing don’t matter no more.

At first it seems somewhat hardcore,

Using language that’s hard to ignore,

But si, senor, si,

And monsieur, mais oui:

Nothing don’t matter no more.

Daily bread’s always less than before,

Dunno today’s circus game score;

Our NTE

Inevitability

Means nothing don’t matter no more.

Ain’t sweeping no dirt off no floor,

Don’t seem like no reason what for;

Climate heat’s high degree

Plus failed nukes guarantee

That nothing don’t matter no more. 

Detachment

Detachment is how I stay sane

On our swirling trip down the drain;

It reduces the strain

That would freak out my brain,

And it really helps me maintain.

Addiction to Doom

Doom is a serious addiction

Which studies our fatal affliction;

We’d make no prediction

Of earthly eviction

If species extinction were fiction. 

The Noble Savage

E-mail (c. 2013): 

I don’t like how people behave,

There is nothing here that I crave;

But I’m sure I would glow

Living long long ago—

I wish I were back in a cave.

Cave painting, (c. 32,000 years ago): 

The economy’s bad, I would say,

We struggle from day to day;

Each day’s a repeat:

We go hunting for meat—

I wish we could pile food away.

The higher-ups like to harass

When we go out to hunt in the grass;

Whatever I do,

If it’s old or it’s new,

The team captain chews on my ass.

Our government sucks, it’s a rat,

The dominant guys get the fat,

The Crones got their tricks,

The Elders are dicks,

And the Old One, he thinks he’s all that.

The wife, well, you know how that goes,

She wants a new bone for her nose,

And leopard-skin clothes—

If she washed, I suppose

She still wouldn’t smell like a rose.

There’s a rumor that working the soil

Is the next stage—that’s even MORE toil!

It’s all a disaster,

I wish time went faster,

I wish we had something like oil.

Reactors Minus the Grid

To all those still unsure about

Our survival luck soon running out:

You won’t feel like such kooks

When hundreds of nukes

Explode, erasing all doubt. 

NTE = Near Term Extinction

NTE means this is the end—

At this point, why should we pretend?

We cannot obstruct

Doom, so we’re fucked;

The party’s over all over, my friend.

Class Warfare

Class war can take a back seat:

With the heat, and nothing to eat,

And the radiation,

That’s not resignation—

Extinction includes the elite.

Winter Solstice

It’s quiet today on the ‘stead—

Yet and still, when looking ahead,

Not as much, we’ll agree,

As it’s going to be

When everything living is dead.