No need to run
This planet is done
Mother Nature is pitching a fit
And the natives are in a snit
Drinking motor oil, pissing gasoline
Riding high on that bullshit machine
No need to read
It's all right there in your feed
All your heroes
Turned into ones and zeros
Algorithms gone viral
Accelerating the spiral
It ain't the season
For thought or reason
Politics as sport
Leaves no room for that sort
What's the proper attire
When reality is satire?
May all be going to shit
But you can buy PJs for your pet
What can you say
About the data you give away
Smart surveillance
A small price for convenience
Trust nothing
Unless you see it on a screen
Reality has a well known bias
Against those who can't acknowledge a crisis
Don't you fret
Can't miss it
Just like you dreamed
The Apocalypse will be livestreamed
Thanks to @rubido for giving me the idea to take a swing at this.