Thursday, November 28, 2013

When Doom Hits Me

It would help, I thought, when times got rough,
To stock booze and similar stuff;
But that time is past:
For how long I will last,
Two or three bottles should be enough. 

Monday, November 25, 2013

Doomer Resigned

It turns out we’re not going to find
Any way out of our bind,
So I’m off the hook
From having to look—
Whew! That’s a load off my mind. 

Friday, November 22, 2013


Deniers who plumb crazy call
Those misfits announcing our fall
Will find it quite strange
That with habitat change
It turns out that we’re misfits all. 

Tuesday, November 19, 2013



Watching the fan turning brown
Changes a smile to a frown:
Abandoning schemes
Like our hopes and our dreams
Tends to bring people down.


People are into denying
How everything’s going to be frying;
One reason they’re giving:
The long habit of living
Indisposeth us for dying.

H/T: Sir Thomas Browne

Readers’ Comments Show Doomer Bargaining Useless

If you still think we’ll stop our fall,
Look over that ignorant scrawl;
We continue to cope,
But there’s no fucking hope—
No fucking hope at all.

What Should I Do?

Doom’s coming, what should I do?
Do the math, let it in, get a clue,
Get it into your head
We’ll all soon be dead,
Accept that it’s over—we’re through.

Was It All Worth It?

Efforts to live may redouble
But still make our habitat rubble;
There was more work than fun,
And now that we’re done,
At least it’s the end of the trouble.

No matter how hard we try,
It turns out we’re all going to die;
With no reason to lie,
Causal science tells why
It’s the end of the world. Say goodbye.

Saturday, November 16, 2013

Rational Animals: An Oxymoron

What logical reasoning gave
To us since we came out of the cave
Sure got lots of ink
And changed how we think
But not the way we behave. 

Wednesday, November 13, 2013



I’ve come down with some kind of “itis”
From dealing with doomer detritus;
It just lately appeared
And it makes me feel weird:
I guess I’ve got doomeritis.

My Dismal Place

Viewing this mess in totality
With unemotional neutrality
Might help us to face
What’s in doom’s dismal place
(Which BTW looks like reality).

Why I Am A Doomer

I tend to be kind of depressed,
But doom picks me up when I’m stressed:
Its mood’s not so fine,
But it’s better than mine,
So it gets me back feeling my best.

It’s Easier When You Are Old

Old age, while sometimes a curse,
Makes doom seem less strange and perverse:
Things that once worked O.K.
Get fucked up every day,
And tomorrow is looking still worse.

These Are The Good Old Days

Make hay while the weather is sunny,
Make jokes, and maybe some money;
‘Cause one of these days
We’ll run out of delays,
And this dying thing won’t be so funny. 

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Extra! Panic Room Opens To Rave Reviews!

Dante explains how to cope
When hope’s always answered by “nope”:
“In the Panic Room,
It’s safe to assume
Ye who enter abandon all hope.”

The T-101 came on track
For a hasta la vista attack;
He found out instead
That he liked what he read,
And on leaving, he said “I’ll be back.”

“Panic Room knows that we’re screwed,”
Said Einstein, “so we must conclude,
Though things couldn’t be worse,
Infinity’s perverse,
And makes everything relative, dude.”

“The Panic Room cuts like a knife
To the marrow of all the world’s strife”;
Then, empty of mind,
The Buddha opined,
“It’s suffering, but then, that’s life.”

Sunday, November 10, 2013

Guilt Assuager

Some say that the bad things we do
Kill nature—it might not pull through;
To deal with the guilt,
I say, that’s how we’re built,
And we’re part of nature too.

Behavior that’s not up to par
Did not cause this mass au revoir:
We’re still just a niche
In nature’s world, which
Evolved us to be what we are.

Our world is about to combust
For reasons we might think unjust;
Nature’s causal chain
Helps to explain
Why the universe moves as it must. 

Thursday, November 7, 2013

The Blossom

And the day came when the dread
Of all of the problems ahead
Outweighed any gain
And delivered more pain
Than the risk of staying in bed.

H/T: Anaïs Nin

Monday, November 4, 2013

One Wrong Move

The fuel removal at Unit 4 is said to be the toughest and most dangerous operation for TEPCO; one wrong move could result in horrific quantities of radiation being released into the atmosphere or cause an explosion many times worse than the original disaster.

If TEPCO makes one wrong move,

You’ll abruptly discover that you’ve
Got big pickup sticks
With MOX in the mix
Of a mess which you won’t watch improve. 

Friday, November 1, 2013

Wintertime Blues

Ceres once mor wilt now Beare
The los of her Dohtor so faire
Dark Pluto dost sumon
So Winter’s icumen
And waxeth the Dumers dispare