The Buddha says: “Life is Suffering.”

Relief

At first, our extinction motif

Is us, fighting disbelief;

But the more we watch strife

And the downside of life,

The more we view death as relief.

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Geezers Do Doom

Doom is an old people’s game,

And dealing with death is the aim;

It won’t mess with your head

When you’re practically dead

‘Cause the issues are mostly the same.

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Hospice

If I get a disease they can’t cure,

I’m gonna do hospice for sure;

The same goes for doom:

I’ve had enough gloom

In my life—I won’t try to endure.

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It’s All Good

Every day, when I roll out of bed,

They’ve found something new we should dread;

It would mess with my head

But it’s O.K. instead

‘Cause I know that we’re already dead.

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Gathering Speed

NTE is gathering speed,

So extinction is guaranteed,

But we will succeed

To be finally freed

From the misery of our breed.

Hope Springs Eternal

I’m into this doomer thing deep,

But there still are some hopes that I keep:

Like, before we all fry,

I hope that I’ll die

Quietly while I’m asleep. 

Molecules Bounce Around As They Must

On Determinism and Blame

Molecules bounce without aim,

Or socialized human head game;

Always some prior cause

Within nature’s laws

Means no one has ultimate blame.

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Get Over It

The universe doesn’t take actions

Because of your special attractions:

Instead, I’ve a hunch

It thinks you’re a bunch

Of chemical reactions.

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Free Will

We’re like some illogical bozo,

Not a reasoning virtuoso:

Since every event

Is of causal descent,

Nothing arises de novo.

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Fate

Fate’s something we can’t wish away:

Atoms bounce as they must and don’t stray;

We protest or accept

While we’re getting prepped,

But we don’t get to have any say.

Post-Acceptance Rethinking

Resources we need keep on shrinking,

So hope for improvement is sinking,

Forcing all that we knew

To a new point of view

Based on post-acceptance rethinking.

Join the Army!

I want to be doing doom right,

So I’ll fight with all of my might;

I will fight to the death

With my very last breath

When I figure out whom I should fight. 

Control

No one can be in control

When they’re only a part of the whole:

Many forces conflict,

But together predict

You’re fucked, whatever your goal.

He Loved Big Brother

Sitting here watching TV,

It’s looking like TPTB

Are keeping things stable

As long as they’re able,

Which is pretty much OK with me.