Hoax

The “green” thing was only a hoax

For planting false hopes into folks;

There is no solution 

Because evolution,

And soon every one of us croaks.

Ode on Doom

More “beauty is truth” and less woe
Would’ve been nice, starting long, long ago;
Much of life always sucked,
Now we’re totally fucked—
And that is all ye need to know.

Paging George Orwell, George Orwell, White Courtesy Telephone Please

It was, like, our usual scene:

Just doing our normal routine;

It was April—and cold,

We were all well controlled, 

And the clocks were striking thirteen.

Although we might often have druthers,

We should act like good sisters and brothers:

All animals are equal,

But then comes the sequel: 

Some are more equal than others.   

Two legs are bad, four legs good,

That’s how to think like you should;

Surprise! Two legs bad

Was only a fad—

Two legs good! You misunderstood.

Freedom is slavery—true,

And ignorance, strength (which you knew);

Of course, war is peace,

And as rations decrease, 

Big Brother is watching you.

The creatures looked from their niche,

Between man and pig they would switch;

They were dead meat because 

Already it was 

Impossible to say which was which.

Chemical Reactions

In my brain, where thoughts all begin,

Electrical impulses spin;

They jump to and fro

But mostly, I know, 

The end of the world’s seeping in. 

This Is It

This is our final descent,

The outcome is baked in cement;  

The ending’s projected:

Faster than expected—

Our time here done got up and went.

Wallowing in Doomer Limbo

This transition, which makes us perplexed,

Uncertain, adrift, lost, and vexed,

Is surreal and mad,  

But not all that bad

Compared to what’s coming up next. 

Dealing with Doom

As more and more shit hits the fan,

We each form our own unique plan:

I just give up hope, 

Smoke plenty of dope, 

And get as fucked up as I can.