More Songs (Again)

The End

“This is the end,” Jim proclaims:

“Break on through” from your usual games;

Good advice from a Door,

Since it’s not long before

The whole shithouse goes up in flames.

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We Shall Be Released

Because we’re no smarter than yeast,

It turns out we’ll soon be deceased;

Being old makes one prepped

To more promptly accept:

Any day now, we shall be released.

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All My Trials

Hush little baby, don’t cry,

You know mama was born to die;

Too late, humankind,

Too late, never mind:

All my trials soon be gone by.

If life were a thing you could buy,

The rich would live, poor folk would die;

But we’re all intertwined,

And all dead—never mind:

All my trials soon be gone by.
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Staying Alive

You used to be sinful or mad

If you killed yourself ‘cause you were sad,

But life’s getting rougher:

To no longer suffer

Will turn out to be not that bad.

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The Dream Is Over—What Can I Say?

“The dream is over

What can I say?”

    — John Lennon: "God"

Extinction’s the animal way:

Every species must reach its last day;

If you comprehend

That the dream’s at its end,

There’s not a whole lot left to say.