Anticipation

I’m sitting right here on death row:

No way out, and nowhere to go;

So frankly, my friend,

I’m not fearing the end—

It’s the end of the trouble, you know.

Escaping

Day by day, while losing our hope,

We struggle to find ways to cope;

Well, personally, 

What’s working for me: 

All I do now is sleep and smoke dope.

This Is What Collapse Looks Like

While sales of end-of-world books spike,  

Without law and order, crooks strike;

So when doom ruins your day, 

Remember to say,

“This is what collapse looks like.”

In Praise of Sleep

Relief from my worries comes when

I escape into sleep in my den;

One fly in the ointment:

The great disappointment

That comes if I wake up again. 

Date with Destiny

No surprise, as the end of life nears,   

How much shittier each day appears;

Because, as we know,

There’s still far to go

For extinction in just a few years.

Go Ask Alice

Lately, the way that I feel

Is strange, so how do I deal?

I keep feeding my head

(Like the Dormouse said),

‘Cause shit is already surreal. 

Have a Great Day

Just ask any doom cognoscenti:

Despite reasons to worry aplenty,

We’ll soon get released

Via being deceased,

But who gives a fuck? It’s four-twenty!