New Year’s—A New Beginning

Look ahead, and world-wide well-being,

Peace on earth, with folks all agreeing,

No hate and no war—

All these things and more

Are what we’re not going to be seeing.

Senility and the Art of Being in the Here and Now

Achieving transcendence at last—

I know how, ‘cause I’m getting there fast:

I’m comfortably numb

About what’s still to come,

And I can’t recall shit from the past.

Sleep

Whenever I’m needing a break,

Sleep’s a welcome escape from doom’s ache:

It helps me when I’m

Trying to fill up the time

I would otherwise still be awake.

2 Kinds Of People 2 Consider Giving “Limericks of Doom II” 2 This Holiday Season

Those you like, send word via Ben

Of our years left—perhaps only ten!

And those whom you don’t,

Send this and you won’t
Hear from them ever again.

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On What’s Been Happening Lately

Wouldn’t it be weird as shit

If we finally had to admit

That we didn’t go cuckoo

From mishaps like Fuku,
But this time it really is it?

Medicine

I felt listless and down—didn’t know

Just what was the problem, although

The cause was uncloaked

The next time I smoked:

My cannabis level was low!

Too Alienated from Nature?

The conclusion that some people draw  

Is we’ve drifted from natural law;

But doom cognoscenti

See nature aplenty,

Red in both tooth and in claw.

Those Who Don’t Learn History

Those who don’t study about

How Nazis develop their clout

Are now doomed to repeat—

With a front row seat—

What they didn’t already find out.

Fuckity Fuck

Fuckity fuckity fuck— 

Fuckity fuckity fuck;

Fuckity fuck,

Fuckity fuck:

Fuckity fuckity fuck!

Sgt. Pepper

It was fifty years ago today

Sgt. Pepper taught the band to play;

And though I am biased,

I think that’s the highest

We got till we all went away.

Maladapted

We evolved for small tribes, which seemed good

Until overshoot changed our hood;

Since then we’ve resorted

To make-dos contorted,

And managed the best that we could.

Reefer Madness

We’re totally fucked, as you see,  

And there’s no way that we can break free;

I’m not someone who plugs     

That the answer is drugs, 

But they seem to be working for me.

Jester

Laugh when folks claim doom’s a hoax,

Seek distraction from favorite strokes,

Try to pretend

That this isn’t the end—

At some point, you run out of jokes.

On Increasing Awareness That WASF

I’m more and more certain of late

That we haven’t much longer to wait:

I believe more and more

We can’t change what’s in store,

And ever more strongly in fate.

Done

“Make the most of each day,” it is said,

“With the time left before we’re all dead!”

Well, I’ve had it—the stuff

That I’ve done is enough:
I say “Fuck it!” and go back to bed.

Bargaining via “If”

If I could grow wings, I would fly,

But I can’t—that’s why I don’t try;

If there wouldn’t be doom,

We’d be fine, I assume,

But there is, and we’re all going to die.

Acceptance: It’s Simple!

Here’s a truth which you can’t disavow:

In the end, life is no cat’s meow;

It’s getting quite late

For accepting your fate—

Let me know if you figure out how.

Lent

A doomer was asked if he knew

What, for Lent, he was going to do;

He said that he’d give

Up the will to live

(It’s funny because it’s true).

The Stupid

The pre-Renaissance returns

And logical thinking adjourns;      

The strength of the brute  

Rules every dispute:

The stupid! It burns! It burns!

Misapprehension

Oh the weather outside is storming

And habitats keep transforming;

And since, as we know,

We’ve no place to go,

Good thing there’s no global warming.

Back to the Thirties

If not learning the past’s what you do,

You’ll repeat what folks had to go through;

But with history’s view,

It’s regrettably true:

You’re still doomed to repeat it now too.

1984

Some folks smoke dope or get juiced

Because we will soon have vamoosed;

But I’m glad as hell

That the war’s going well,
And chocolate rations won’t be reduced.

A Brief Introduction to AGW

The trouble with increasing heat

Is it’s making us all obsolete;

Our food, plants and meat,

Won’t grow—they’ll deplete,

And we’ll die when there’s nothing to eat.

Captain’s Log, Ecclesiastes 1:2

Here lies the species humanity:

Did they die from some kind of insanity?

All their ability

Yielded futility—

Vanity, all is just vanity.

Everyone’s Cranky Lately

Taking sides and more quick to condemn,

Feeling grouchy and starting mayhem:

As “others” bring forces

To take “our” resources,

More and more of “us” turn into “them.”

Slogans

Worried about how we’ll cope,

We still thought we’d make it—but nope:

Paradoxically strange,

We had hope without change,
And now we have change without hope.

Don’t Be Depressed!

Don’t be depressed and in doubt:

Keep your head held up high and don’t pout;

Soldier on! Do it now!

I’ll let you know how—
Just as soon as I figure it out.

Strange Days

We’re surprised every time we detect

Something new in our lives getting wrecked;

We’re dismayed, bit by bit, 

As our world turns to shit—

But what else then did we expect?

Thought for the Day

Here are my thoughts for a penny:

The reasons to give up are many;

And if you should find

These thoughts in your mind,

Now is as good a time as any.

Politics Anymore

The world’s in the midst of rebranding,

Including re who is commanding:

The changes in clime

Bring a new paradigm—

The one that’s called “last person standing.”

EROEI #2

How much we still try might be tested

With an acronym doomers suggested;

It’s thusly discerned:

"Enjoyment Returned

On Energy Invested."

WASF

We used to complain that things sucked—

Then came doom, which we cannot obstruct;

Words can’t really express

Just how bad is this mess,

And so we say, “We are so fucked!”

Fuck Me

Fuck me, and the hope I contrive,

Fuck me running for being alive;

Fuck me hard, fuck me dead,

Fuck me sideways, I said,

Fuck my life, and all of that jive.

There’s Still Hope

You don’t need a research committee

To know that the future’s not pretty;
But still there is hope

That, with liquor and dope,

Things will seem somewhat less shitty.

Happy  New Year everybody!