Dietary Suggestion

We’ve run out our species’ life span

Plus many more other than man,

So if there is meat

That you still like to eat,

It’s time now to eat all you can.

The Luxurious Life

I ought to be burning with shame,

But I don’t want to give up my claim

To the fabulous ride

Fossil fuels provide—

And most people feel just the same.

Sure as Shootin’

As sure as the oil has plateaued,

As sure as we’re bound for The Road,

As sure as the ending

We know is impending,

The nuclear plants will explode.

Limits

In our world of limits, we rue

Things we did and we didn’t do;

We'll feel better prepped

The more we accept

The limits inside of us too.

Hope Limited

It turns out that nowadays hope

Means within a more limited scope;

It’s good to defer

Goals which cannot occur,

And be better able to cope.

Nothing to Lose Anymore

At first, it seems pretty bizarre,

Our whole species crossing the bar;

But we’re hearing the knell,

So we might just as well

See things as they really are.

Remembering the Sixties

Advanced thinkers used to contrive

Better ways to be more alive;

Now one may enroll

For a more modest goal:

Trying to merely survive. 

Doomer in the City

I’m a doomer, and live in a city;

In collapse, this locale won’t be pretty,

But there’s food at the store,

For awhile there’ll be more—

It’s all good, I’m not asking for pity.

I’m old, and useless for work,

And sometimes I’m kind of a jerk,

So I don’t plan to grieve

If I’m taking my leave

Before the whole world goes berserk.

When things really go down the drain,

There’ll be pain, and not much to gain;

When I’m not sniffing glue,

Seeing Fucko Bazzoo

Is a thought I don’t entertain.

I don’t have the doomstead I should—

If I had more resources, I would;

But so far I don’t,

And it looks like I won’t,

So I’m staying, and calling it good. 

Down and Out

It’s very scary to see:

The closer that doom comes to be,

The folks in the news

With desperate views

Are looking more just like me. 

Kick the Can

I’m for kicking the can down the road

More than vanishing down the commode;

Though not TPTB,

It’s still better for me

If the whole world doesn't explode.