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. 

Moods

Doomeritis

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.

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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).

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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.

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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.

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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. 

Extra! Panic Room Opens To Rave Reviews!

https://www.facebook.com/groups/628659907172309/

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.”
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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.”
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“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.”
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“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.”

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. 

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

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. 
http://rt.com/news/fukushima-tepco-us-aid-139/

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. 

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