MY CHRISTMAS JAMS AND DOOMSDAY

They sit silent, in my family sized big pantry; all my jams, except the overflow,

Maybe I'll give the overflow away to my brother Steven, right now, I do not know,

Doomscrolling predicts the world will soon end,

The mass hoarding of foods, shows we don't pretend,

Cities will be slaughter houses, where cannibals go, I'll be snacking on jams, Ho,Ho, Ho.