Popular Poems About the Universe

All is ruination supreme
and life a bitter joke
in desolation nightmare scream
on universal folk...

as if in horror cinema
whose cast must suffer stunts
where matter force in minima
means bearing real brunts.

Thus for sure reality sucks;
a clock just winding down
away from youth and thrilling fucks
like verbs reduced to noun.

And so to death we modify,
even during Yule,
regifting fodder when we die;
with ourselves as gruel.    

Comingling with some foresight frets
I see a future of regrets
where the outcome is rarely good
if ever it is understood
that within a Pythian song
is all of that which could go wrong
when the hand of fate makes a fist
confirming it as nihilist
almost as if it were a god
committed to soul crushing fraud
where jubilation in our youth
decays into the painful truth
where things will seldom go our way,
even on the sunniest day,
since all the physics now in play...
are all, to death, a grand ballet.