Doom and the Consensus Trance

Now our consensus trance shatters:

Convictions once held drop in tatters; 

Belief schemes we drafted

And through our lives crafted

Leave little remaining that matters.

 Alarmist? 

The powers that be won’t admit

We’re heading straight to our obit; 

So it isn’t strange we

Can already see

People are losing their shit. 

 

What is its cause at the root? 

Whom might we persecute?

From an objective view,

It’s logically true 

The reason is just overshoot.

Beat the Rush: Collectibles

 

Don’t wait till more see what’s ahead:

Monetize stuff now instead;

Once the end’s seen as final,

All the Beatles on vinyl

Won’t trade for a half loaf of bread.

Bread and Circuses

 

Ancient Romans will echo ahead

About keeping their commoners fed:

It won’t matter, you know,

How much circus they show

If they cannot provide enough bread.   

 It Ain’t Me Babe

When non-doomers ask me for take-aways,

I think up assorted delays:

Like “I’m not the one

To spoil all your fun

And ruin your remaining last days.”

I Told You So

 

When deniers get doomers at last,

They’re not going to like being sassed;

They’ll be angry (Stage 2),

And so if you do,

You  might want to get out of range fast. 

Law

 

We were unfettered brutes way back when—

Civilization came along then;

Now we see through those jokes,

And I’m telling you folks,

It’s the Law of the Jungle again.