A Positive Poem
I’m positive
that everyone
is really,
really,
fucked.
There’s a few billion years of time
but we’re running out of luck.
A few million hateful people
want to drop the other shoe;
the people on the Titanic
had hopes and dreams too.
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I really am quite certain
it’s all coming to an end.
We shouldn’t keep on spending
what we never should have spent.
You’ll curse my inane ramblings,
and boy, I’ll earn your ”Boo!”-s,
I swear I’d be the happiest,
were mine the lie
in the sea of ”truths”.
*
For all the misery we can inflict,
none as insidious and as plain,
than the callous contempt for those,
without ”One of Us” in their name.
It’s the Other we despise,
it’s the Other we all blame,
for all the horrors we bring to fruition,
every single fucking day.
Take a breath, you’ll kill a child,
take a drink, you’ll kill two.
How is it that just by living
we’re all complicit in our doom?
*
We’re so smart to look around us,
so we formulated a thesis.
We found it out to be true
and then, promptly, went batshit crazy.
We writhe, for a time,
on a cosmic pebble,
beneath dwindling trees.
We made no choice to arrive here,
and some will make one to leave.
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So we’ll dull our minds
with entertainment, inebriants and lies,
blissfully forgetting,
that our last chance has passed us by.
And when the Universe has crawled
a little closer to it’s end,
the descendants of the octopi
have filled our wasteland hell.
A little more time,
they’ll form society anew,
and then, like clockwork,
they’ll fuck that up too.
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