Doomer Haikumor:

this time the breadlines

  will have tabloid mags for you

to scan as you queue

by ‘Doc Jim

This kills me.

Tossin’ and turnin’, tossin’ and a-turnin’ all night.

I mean, would you want your child to grow up to be a climate scientist? How depressing!

Don’t tell me that we’re all related — I hate my relatives.

Something like “climate chaos proven to be a hoax” would be great.

Thank God.