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.