Doomer Craziness

People will think you’ve gone fey

When you start saying what doomers say;

They’ll see you as mad,

Which isn’t so bad

If you’ve always been sort of that way.

LATOC

LATOC was an old time saloon:

Flying bottles, piano out of tune;

Overall raucous,

A grand motley caucus

Of genius and dumbass maroon.

Fukushima

If people knew more about nukes,

They wouldn’t think doomers are kooks;

They might change their mind

When they see they’re entwined

In a future with 400 Fukes. 

Why Bother?

Why bother to sound the alarm

When nothing will save us from harm?

Do the math, you’ll conclude

That we’re totally screwed:

It’s over; we’ve all bought the farm. 

Dietary Suggestion

We’ve run out our species’ life span

Plus many more other than man,

So if there is meat

That you still like to eat,

It’s time now to eat all you can.

The Luxurious Life

I ought to be burning with shame,

But I don’t want to give up my claim

To the fabulous ride

Fossil fuels provide—

And most people feel just the same.

Sure as Shootin’

As sure as the oil has plateaued,

As sure as we’re bound for The Road,

As sure as the ending

We know is impending,

The nuclear plants will explode.