Everything's Very Stupid

Nothing works like it should anymore.

I don't mean this like "old man yells at cloud."

Yes, TVs are quite nice, and I adore

The Internet as concept. We're allowed

To think beyond technology, you know.

The tech is great; but when I watch TV 

Or browse online, my troubles only grow

With every single thing I seem to see:

The jobs we need aren't here; the planet's ill;

Society (which never helped that much)

Has stopped the little that it did to fill

The gap of have and need. We have to clutch 

Each other close, or tear it all apart;

And either way I think it's going to smart.

Slowly Dying

If you would wish for one thing, let it snow.

Let big fat flakes descend across the land

'Til they form dunes more powerful than sand

That only seem to grow, and grow, and grow.

Wish for a snowfall, darling, just to show

How nature can be subject to command;

Subdue the flames humanity has fanned

And let them merely flicker, banked down low.

For if you do not wish, it will not fall

Or if it does fall, it will come as rain

To wash away what little soil remains;

Oh, let it come in answer to your call

To cut against the existential grain

And clothe with white our indemnible stains.

Fear

What do you fear? Alas, what should you not?

There are more things to fear than molecules,

And yet beyond that more I have forgot.

The few of us who do not fear are fools,

Only sustained in hope by their own folly;

To live life unafraid is nothing more.

At Christmas people tell us to be jolly;

Be jolly, then, but not so you ignore

The world around you. Be an honest man

And recognize our frail, decaying polity;

Admit that fear; face it as best you can

And only then engage yourself in jollity.

To be afraid, and still be good, is power;

That is the strength we're called to in this hour.