It shall end the same way it did five times before

Our Species’ great distinction
is to precipitate
the Sixth Great Mass Extinction
which just won’t mitigate

It’s been portending
trending since long
Soon it’ll be ending
horridly wrong

Here is what it shall entail
no mere innuendo:
‘going out of business’ sale
in screeching crescendo

Whether found untoward
still Apocalypse
in climatic discord
Then Necropolis

In the final crunch
we’ll be checking plugs, cords
(cluelessly lack hunch)
in vain pounding keyboards

Amidst the climate collapse
all left is to implore
in a last breath bugling taps:
“It used to work before!”

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-Sixth great mass extinction = The planet has gone through five ‘great mass extinctions’ over the past some 440 million years, each of which is thought to have annihilated anywhere from 50 to 95 percent of all species on the planet. We are now well into

Färdigkrattat men ej färdigskrattat?

I belånade hus hopklämda
i slö trafik inklämda
Politikerna ostämda
mens så käckt oförskämda

Åt utvattnade skämt
ej färdigskrattat
Känns vår Livslopp utskämt
å färdigkrattad?

Hörs ångerns fotsteg på grusgången?
Av oss låtsaslejon färdigrutet!
Raspig hörs den senaste sången
bortslösat det sista torra krutet

Klimatet ödesbestämt
Framtiden obestämd
Men tack å lov att alltjämt
vår mobil är finstämd!

My subjectivity is true objectivity

While open to critique
I’m of course quite unique
You must let me bespeak
with responses oblique

And I do declare
let me ensnare
I do not forswear
being unfair

For my subjectivity
is surely, I declare,
the true objectivity
Beyond that should I care?

Smart phone seemed lost but then was found

When your phone seemed lost
prima facie
didn’t you blame, accost
going crazy?

Then found! You were returned
from despair’s deepest canyon
No longer were you spurned
by your Dearest Companion!

How you had yearned to be prompted
back in ‘phonily’ graces
charmingly enticed & wanted
held in torrid embraces!

You may find it condescending
if labeled ’smartphonistic’
though hopefully not offending
but simply sybaritic?

Now you’re back in Reality
in cool nuzzling normality!

Mediocrity, rarely reached

When did it happen last time

on checking your mirror
that whistles blew, bells would chime
seeing yourself clearer?

That in reflection
on inspection
saw not perfection
or affection?

Mere mediocrity, schmuck!
Rarely reached, often worse:
Barely scraping by in luck
until pulls up the hearse.

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schmuck = (Yiddish) a jerk

Hapless at their mercy, reduced to smile & curtsy

Those hectoring, obscure scenes:
don’t know a single nut or bolt
behind those crisp shiny screens
against which hopeless to revolt

Without an apology
the techno-fix is in
by latest frivolity
we cannot fix a thing

Large corporations with such ease
(we’re hapless at their mercy)
charges us hefty service fees
We’re left to smile & curtsy

Ours is not to understand how
but (whilst being scammed) acclaim ‘wow!’

Peace of Other Kind than found in Consumer Land

Does goods hawked with perky snappiness
by such breathless marketing fanned
bring us but material happiness
wandering in Consumer Land …

… as Peace of Mind ever vernal
must unceasingly be yearned
Grasped fleetingly, though eternal
cannot be bought, might be earned

Aren’t we hapless then shopping sheepishly
while the true price thereof piles steepishly?

Feet ‘cry ankle’

Here the expression of ‘cry uncle’ becomes ‘cry ankle’. Experienced after long days of sightseeing on foot in e.g. a major tourism city.

Our knees
both screech

Oy vey! oy vey! oy vey!
as feet ‘cry ankle’
Dawns yet another day
regrets shall rankle

But why dwell in an existence
where the major absorbing locus
is on bodily persistence?
Where’s the intellectual focus?

But until found ain’t it sadly obvious
that of such we just had not the foggiest

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-oy vey! = (Yiddish) expression of dismay or hurt