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. 

How I Became a Drug Addict

I used to smoke reefers for fun, 

But since big time doom has begun,

I just want to escape

From what’s taking shape,

While watching myself come undone. 

O.K., I suppose that it’s true: 

Escape’s what I’d always pursue;

Doom, we might say,

Has a strange way 

Of showing yourself to you. 

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.