Saturday, December 3, 2016

The End of Suffering

For now, each day’s worse, but ahead,
We’re going to feel better instead:
Once we’ve swirled down the drain,
We’ll be feeling no pain,
‘Cause everyone’s going to be dead.

Friday, December 2, 2016

If I Had Known

When I lived in a womb as a sprout,
I knew not what life was about;
If I’d known as a fetus
What’s out there to greet us,
I wouldn’t have ever come out.

Monday, November 28, 2016

Help from Hobbes

Extinction’s about to abort
Our species and where we cavort;
Still and all, life was hairy:
At best solitary,
Poor, nasty, brutish, and short.

Sunday, November 27, 2016

Doom On!

Though we sail toward dusk and not dawn,
And though it’s a strange trip we’re on,
It’s now, here we are,
Break open the bar—
Doom on, me hearties, doom on!

Friday, November 25, 2016

On the Pursuit of Acceptance

Despite what I claim customarily,
I’m no master, I must admit, verily:
That I’m far from a whiz—
What I really mean is,
I’m just holding on temporarily.

Monday, November 21, 2016

November 8

There’s a whole lot of things that I feel
As the ending begins to congeal;
But some tipping took place
Which transformed inner space,
And the shit is now getting surreal.

Saturday, November 19, 2016

3D Printers Will Save Us

If the oncoming famine-caused slaughter
Makes you feel more and more distraught-er:
With the new 3D print,
We’re still in like Flint:
We’ll print out our own food and water!