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Strange Days

Strange days have found us in gloom,

Strange days now all else subsume;

Though we won’t get away,

We run from the day

Into a strange night of doom.

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Ball And Chain

Sitting here watching the rain,

I stare from this runaway train:

Doom came to be,

Grabbed a hold of me,

And it felt like a ball and chain.

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Twelve Thirty

Underneath irrelevant squawking,

Doom from deep canyons comes stalking;

I can’t keep my eyes closed

To how badly we’re hosed,

And I can’t keep myself from talking.

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Summertime

One of these mornings, we’ll fly:

Spread our wings, and take to the sky;

No more suffering harm

After buying the farm

And saying to people “Goodbye.”

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The Great Mandala

Act your role on the great wheel of strife

With a combo of sweet smile and knife;

You don’t get to choose

If you win or you lose:

If you lose, tough shit, that’s your life.

Happier Motoring

As a kid, a clean windshield involved

Soap and scrubbing to get bugs dissolved;

Now some people say

That we need bugs, but hey—

At least we got one problem solved.

H/T: Lidia

Rich Man, Poor Man

“Lets all of us do as I choose:

We’ll lose everything if you refuse”;

“You make my life suck,

Bring it on, you fat fuck—

I ain’t got nothing to lose.” 

Extinctionology

No future means we must deal

With so many things doom will reveal,

But to buy NTE

Means you no longer flee

Or fight with accepting what’s real.

Purposelessness

Extinction’s one heck of a mess:

Swaying others makes us digress,

And why log each event?

Now our time’s better spent

Dealing with purposelessness.

H/T: Kathy Cassandra

Ukraine

They’re rioting in the Ukraine,

But we’re all going to go down the drain;

If there’s nuclear war,

We can get dead before

We suffer a whole lot more pain. 

No Point

I’ve stopped trying to let people know:

It won’t help, and just makes them feel low;

They’ll find out soon enough

When the going gets rough,

But we here said “D’oh!” long ago.

H/T: Gail @ Wit’s End

What You Should Do

Don’t give folks advice and brochures

Which insist on your personal cures:

We all, it’s cliche,

Must find our own way,

And the best way for them isn’t yours.

The Last Generation

Twenty thirty will get to us fast,

And if that’s when our time here has passed,

Kids born after one four

Won’t grow up to have more,

So our next generation’s the last. 

Hoax Summer

This summer will bring us hoax heat

And hoax drought, but to make things complete,

Folks will get up to speed

When they see this will lead

To only hoax food left to eat.