It Ain’t Me Babe

When non-doomers ask me for take-aways,

I think up assorted delays:

Like “I’m not the one

To spoil all your fun

And ruin your remaining last days.”

I Told You So

 

When deniers get doomers at last,

They’re not going to like being sassed;

They’ll be angry (Stage 2),

And so if you do,

You  might want to get out of range fast. 

Law

 

We were unfettered brutes way back when—

Civilization came along then;

Now we see through those jokes,

And I’m telling you folks,

It’s the Law of the Jungle again.