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.

APOCOLYPSE COW

I was sleeping on the ground, when awakened by an apocalypse cow,

It was trampling on me, and my internal organs were bleeding out, ow,

I have been killed by a lowly, old cow, I fear,

Not a raging bull; nor a cantankerous steer,

After my bones were all busted, I was eaten by a glutinous sow.

TO SURVIVE THE AI APOCALYPSE, YOU MUST GO SQUIRREL.

When AI takes over the entire, vast, financial world,

I will be alright, because of all the money that I've squirreled,

I've got a lot of money in the big bank,

Some in a bottle, in the septic tank,

There's money in my bunker;  upon that money, I'll be curled.