Hotel Doom

So I called up the Captain to whine:

“I feel strange, in ways hard to define—

Mental changes so bad,

Like I haven’t had

Since nineteen sixty-nine.”

Don’t Care

Doom’s getting harder to bear:

I’m stocked up, no more to prepare,

I could go anywhere,

Do whatever I dare,

But I don’t, ‘cause I no longer care.

Betrayals

Survival becomes more demanding

Since starting our final crash landing; 

And as resources fall,

War of all against all

Expands to the last person standing. 

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.