The Living Will Envy The Dead

Our suffering’s only begun
From fate, which we cannot outrun;
There'll be widespread approval
Of human removal
By the time this shitshow’s all done.

Our Will to Live

We’ve evolved, dear doom inductee,
As saddled, and cannot buck free:
Despite all we suffer,
We claim we’re still tougher,
And keep right on trucking. Fuck me.

Some Days Are Worse Than Others

‘Round these parts we get by somehow,
And haven’t yet run out of chow;
But stuff coming our way
Gets still worse every day,
So kill me—just kill me right now.

Fire and Ice

[An oldie, renovated:]

Wondering how we’ll expire?

The answer, in case you inquire:

What we know now’s concise— 

Though ice might be nice, 

The world will be ending in fire.

Acceptance via Determinism

We’re made of material dust

In a world neither just nor unjust;

What happens each day

Can be no other way

Because molecules move as they must. 

Oil Companies Knew

It sure takes a whole lot of gall

For people to make such a call;

But who is to say

How much they should pay

For knowingly killing us all?

Mass Migrations and Lifeboat Ethics

Maybe now is a good time to think

How we’ll act, going over the brink;

In any case, sadly,

Things will end badly,

Plus, all of the lifeboats will sink.