Pessimistic Peter-Tingle

Pianowire axon a downer excites
redflags skies of Damocles' stalactites,
set to spear l/ shadows in photos in The Omen.
O Spidey-sense Schopenhauerian
senses red giant behind shepherd's delight!

My copium cup is less than halfempty,
overbrimstoning w/ apocalypton iced tea.
Even when OG Red Goblin himself repents,
my Schopenhauerian Spidey-sense
will flash orange as a wilted poppy.

Same Bat-channel Batdoomscroll dendrites
badmouth grounds for splitend stalagmites
- no Future, whevs Palantiranny or Aquarian.
To a sage Spidey-sense Schopenhauerian,
y'all ashes to ashes & sigma grindset snotites.

All spiders are Marat: tub bathos stings
l/ curlyfry scorpion superstrings
& other cosmicjokes. Pollyanna-tidote 2 cents
of my Schopenhauerian Spidey-sense:
today is gonna be go-back-to-bed-amazing.

Antarctic algae is slushy pink doom,
raising sealevels till they fill all rooms.
If Creation was a car alarm, the alarm would Karen 
l/ my Spidey-sense Schopenhauerian,
soothscreaming that the Bomb is just a voice in the gloom.

Wilbur was saved by silken calligraphy,
but my plopped orbs plot minefield of worry,
webs of morbs whatiffery, hence
my Schopenhauerian Spidey-sense
is all over the place, a Sylvia symbiote slurry.

Whevs Humpty Wincey or Incy Dumpty,
path less travelled or the tollfree,
there's always developing cracks, gutter events
- thus spake my Schopenhauerian Spidey-sense
re Fletton-faced vertical triphazardry,

re heliotraipsed spouts Sisyphean.
Straitrainmacketed for a Wednesday eon
by super fear of bizasters & bizastards,
my Spidey-sense Schopenhauerian
cobwebs me upon my own petard.