Old Age

I can skim through the morning doom news,

Then enjoy a nice afternoon snooze;

Given what’s been foretold,

I don’t mind being old,

Unlike someone with something to lose.

Some Kind of Mental Mechanism or Something

Doom takes some time to upload,

And still more for your brain to decode;

Since it’s so hard to face,

Set a nice relaxed pace,

And your whole fucking head won’t explode.

Even if physically prepped,

And with skills at which one is adept,

The outlook’s so bleak,

It would make people freak,

So doom takes awhile to accept.

Search for Meaning

People keep searching around,

But the choices which experts propound

Can’t all be correct,

Which makes me suspect

There’s actually none to be found.

Good News For Preppers

The upcoming nuke plant disaster

Is something there’s no time to master:

We won’t decommission

That nuclear fission,

Whether doom’s slower or faster.

When the grid goes down, everyone freaks,

Nuke plants blow, radiation leaks;

But you won’t need much cash

To build up your stash

When you’re dead in a matter of weeks.

H/T: Kathy Cassandra at NBL

Cults

Cult

I belong to a doomer cult

Because, as a thinking adult,

I can look at the trend

And see what kind of end

Will most likely be the result.

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Pre-doomer Cult

Pre-doomers like to insult

Doom, and the whole doomer cult:

They think warming’s a joke,

But they won’t when they croak,

After they’ve seen the result.

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Cult of True Believers

We’ve cried wolf, alarmed at our plight

From dangers now more or less trite;

People think we’re odd geeks

And plumb crazy freaks,

But this time we’re going to be right.

God and Mammon

Matthew 6:24 says: Ye cannot serve God and mammon.

We’ve a way to hold onto our wad

While preserving a righteous facade:

Every woman and man

Answers back, “Yes, we can!”

Because mammon IS our god.

It’s Always Something

We’ll be sort of O.K. until

Word gets out; then it’s really downhill;

I once worried about

People not finding out,

But now I’m more worried they will. 

Sarah

“You think you're alive and safe, but you're already dead.  Everybody, you, him...everybody... you're all fucking dead!”

— Sarah Connor  

Now we are all fucking dead;

We thought we were safe, but instead,

We’re all in doom’s queue
Which includes me and you,
The person who’s reading this thread.

Ozymandias

`My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:

Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!

In poesy’s hot desert spot,

His story is still not forgot;

But deep time will erase

Human trace from this place,

And we ain’t gonna leave squat. 

Nobody Cares

Foul the water, poison the air,

Use everything up that’s still there;

We’ll be dead soon enough

And won’t need all that stuff,

So why should anyone care?