The ritual of coffee/to wake up in the morn/is one I ne'er developed/and look upon with scorn/What sets my blood a-racing/before the sun arrives/is how the damn Republicans/are acting like fishwives.
The dinosaurs revenge have got/as fossil fuels make things too hot/Their bones in our museums crow/as greenhouse gases still do flow/Invest in coal or oil or shales?/I'd rather use a bed of nails!
Who will get the vaccine first?/Millions for it madly thirst/Why not start with politicians/and their scheming mad ambitions/And if there should be a hitch/no harm done -- we'll simply switch/to a different brand tout suite/while partisans go obsolete.
Remember when Friday was THE special day --
with work almost over, and then time to play?
But Pandemic's pace gives us surfeit of time . . .
to play and to sit and the walls screaming climb.
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