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The End

“This is the end,” Jim proclaims:

“Break on through” from your usual games;

Good advice from a Door,

Since it’s not long before

The whole shithouse goes up in flames.

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We Shall Be Released

Because we’re no smarter than yeast,

It turns out we’ll soon be deceased;

Being old makes one prepped

To more promptly accept:

Any day now, we shall be released.

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All My Trials

Hush little baby, don’t cry,

You know mama was born to die;

Too late, humankind,

Too late, never mind:

All my trials soon be gone by.

If life were a thing you could buy,

The rich would live, poor folk would die;

But we’re all intertwined,

And all dead—never mind:

All my trials soon be gone by.
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Staying Alive

You used to be sinful or mad

If you killed yourself ‘cause you were sad,

But life’s getting rougher:

To no longer suffer

Will turn out to be not that bad.

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The Dream Is Over—What Can I Say?

“The dream is over

What can I say?”

    — John Lennon: "God"

Extinction’s the animal way:

Every species must reach its last day;

If you comprehend

That the dream’s at its end,

There’s not a whole lot left to say.

The End of Suffering

“I will show you suffering, and the end of suffering.”

     — Buddha

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The End of Suffering

Our lifetimes we cannot extend,

But the upside to comprehend:

When there is no more grief,

We get final relief,

And our suffering comes to an end.

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Runaway Train

I sit on this runaway train

Watching the passing terrain;

There’s not much I can do

But accept doom is true,

And wait for the end of the pain. 

H/T: pat @ NBL

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The End of Suffering

It’s becoming convincingly clear

That the end of our suffering’s near:

Soon hardly a trace

Will remain of our race

‘Cause we’re leaving, and won’t reappear.

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We Had A Dream

Our dream of justice has passed:

Life means oppression by caste;

But soon now, instead,

We’ll be equally dead—

Thank God, we’ll be free at last.

H/T: Kathy Cassandra

Point and Laugh

Don’t worry about the deniers,

Simply point and laugh at the liars;

Since doom’s underway

Whatever they say

Won’t change that our species expires.

H/T: rbrgs 

Oh, Those Wacky Deniers

Watching the Deniers

Their stridency starts to reveal

Nervousness they can’t conceal;

They say it’s a hoax

And they try to make jokes,

But they’ll freak when they find out it’s real.

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Something To Look Forward To

Deniers try to insist

Global warming doesn’t exist;

But once they conclude

They were wrong, plus they’re screwed,

They’re going to be mightily pissed.

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Waking Up

Though deniers may act like some creep,

Their position we might want to keep:

With the heat, they’ll reverse,

And then act so much worse,

We’ll wish they would go back to sleep.

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Suddenly This Summer

A zero calorie diet

Plus heat will make people riot;

But it’s worse if they scope

That doom means there’s no hope—

We should have kept it more quiet.

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Just You Wait

Deniers couldn’t be dumber

To insist warming isn’t a bummer:

They point to their snow,

But we say “Hello?

Get back to us after this summer.”

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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.”