Perhaps the Kool-Aid
is the normal thing to do.
Who are we to judge?

The older I get
the more pointless it all seems.
I've no hope at all.

The world will soon die.
In one or a billion years.
Drink up while you can.

Fine dining and wine.
Or heroin and Kool-Aid.
It doesn't matter.

Whichever you choose,
destroy yourself or the world,
God will be laughing.