Monday, July 29, 2013

What’s Next

The word’s getting out about doom,
Making it safe to assume
Less denial mystique
When folks finally freak
In history’s biggest ka-boom. 

Friday, July 26, 2013

Why We’re Fucked

Living’s a fatal pursuit
For creatures, however astute;
Though we were the master
At getting there faster,
As a rule, species do overshoot.

Forget about lumpers and splitters
And other kinds of bullshitters;
Every thing that we do,
We’re only trying to
Boost feel-good neurotransmitters.

When agriculture arose,
Storing wealth was one of its pros;
But some gained more status
In the social lattice,
Buying what pleasure they chose.

From there we went on to construct
A deal which for most people sucked;
But clout calms the jitters
In neurotransmitters,
And that is the reason we’re fucked.

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Bargaining in Imaginationland

Human nature’s beyond our command:
We can’t avoid being shitcanned
By trying to bargain
With psychobabble jargon
In Imaginationland.

Saturday, July 20, 2013


Biological study has shown
Competition rules all that has grown,
And for Man to prevail
On any wide scale,
We needed testosterone.

Single minded on two things alone—
Either eat it, or slip it the bone:
It’s like hammer to nail
When you’re being a male,
All due to testosterone.

Now we are left to bemoan
That we’ve eaten or fucked all we’ve known,
So get ready to bail:
It’s the end of the tale,
From too much testosterone.

Wednesday, July 17, 2013


Animals lived here and now
In relationships I and Thou
Till humans could set
Where they wanted to get
And could abstract to figure out how.

Imagining helped us to thrive
To the point where we can contrive
Lots of likely futures
With heroes and moochers,
None of which we can survive.

Sunday, July 14, 2013

Oldies But Goodies

Like A Rolling Stone

If you last in the coming ordeal,
At the end, life will seem pretty real:
You’ll be on your own,
Like a rolling stone;
Tell me, how does it feel?

Ballad of a Thin Man

You’re feeling it deep in your bones,
But denial only postpones;
Something’s happening here:
Soon we’ll all disappear—
You don’t know, do you, Mister, Jones?

Nature’s Way

If nature’s way’s singing a song,
Nature’s way tells us something is wrong;
And not only that,
But when Nature’s at Bat,
Nature tells us we don’t have that long.

Gimme Shelter

Heat which will make us passe
Is threatening our lives today;
When temperatures swelter,
We’re not getting shelter—
Yeah, we’re gonna fade away.

Knockin' On Heaven's Door

We don’t need our guns anymore
Because we’re already done for;
It’s getting hard not to see
That with NTE,
We’re knockin’ on heaven’s door.

Enter Sandman

Our end was completely unplanned,
And takes thinking to understand;
Heavy thoughts tonight,
Dreams of things that will bite:
Exit light, enter night—take my hand.

3/5 Of A Mile In 10 Seconds

For collapse’s musical chairs,
A place which the doomer prepares
Is where people don’t scoff
Or just blow us off,
And other doom freaks share our cares.


Mom's gonna fix it all soon:
From what’s coming, no one’s immune;
In our new frontier,
Armageddon is near,
And for us, that’s inopportune.

She will flush every fucking maroon
From this sideshow of freaks saloon;
Here’s where the trip quits
For dumbfounded dip shits:
Mom’s gonna fix it all soon.  

Good Night

Now it’s time, sweet dreams, sleep tight,
Evolution turns out our light:
Our race has been run;
Good night, everyone,
Everyone. Everywhere. Good night.

Thursday, July 11, 2013

Why Things Have To Be The Way They Are

No free will, at first, makes folks nonplussed,
But remember, we’re only stardust,
And atomic pieces
Express no caprices:
The particles move as they must.

So it’s simple; don’t get perplexed
By some modern or ancient text:
This moment was cast
By conditions just passed,
And, in turn, it determines the next.

Monday, July 8, 2013


There’s no noble fight up ahead,
Just most of the horrors we dread;
What you’ll have to do
Is kill folks just like you,
Until you yourself become dead.

Friday, July 5, 2013

Doomer Train

We’re all aboard; let me explain:
The world’s going straight down the drain;
The doomer domain
Might not make you insane,
But you cannot get off of its train.

There’s no way that you can detain
What’s occurring, that’s become plain;
You can watch the terrain
Through the window pane,
But you’re still stuck right here on the train.

If you like, you’re free to complain
(Up to you—you may also abstain):
You can say words profane
And try raising Cain,
But you’re not getting off of this train.

Seek something to entertain,
Relax from a lifetime of strain,
Guzzle wine and champagne,
Party down, dull the pain,
But here you remain, on this train.

Or use your time being humane,
And help other people maintain;
Sympathize and sustain,
But recall the refrain:
You still can’t get off of the train.

Make one final use of your brain,
Tripping down memory lane,
But don’t hope in vain
For some legerdemain—
You’re not getting off of this train. 

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Little Lower Than Angels

Killing is part of life’s dance—
Unavoidable circumstance;
Its bothersome features
Are found in all creatures,
And even in plants. Fucking plants. 

We animals idealize
Ourselves with our own lying eyes;
Accept and forgive,
For nothing can live
Unless another thing dies.