The Year in Verse
A Politickles Retrospective
Well, that was a waste of a year,
All the frenzy and folly and fear,
And the great bugaboo
Nothing more than the flu:
How moronic we all now appear!
URINAL OF THE PLAGUE YEAR
“You may think that the COVID’s a pain,
But imagine how this hurts my brain:
As a trans, I must choose
The right bathroom to use
And just hope that no one will complain!”
GEEKS BEARING GIFTS
Though the average buffoon celebrates
The much self-acclaimed Fauci and Gates;
Knowing both are invested
In vaccines never tested,
Should we trust to these conmen our fates?
You may say that this post isn’t true,
But I don’t get to say, “It is, too!”
You say facts have been checked,
But there’s something suspect:
Namely, who in the devil are you?
WEATHER OR NOT
TV weathermen are funny
And so rarely on the money:
You can bet if they say
There’ll be showers today
That the day will be cloudless and sunny.
Though we never did charge them a fee
And provided them content for free,
Our accounts have been canned,
We’re officially banned,
But who has the last laugh, we shall see.
TRICK OR TWEET?
All the hours away that we’d fritter
On Facebook and Youtube and Twitter,
Is it not evident
That they were not well spent,
That we could have done something much fitter?
They can say it’s against the law
And I’ll just say “Pshaw!”
And have my fun
As a krewe of one:
No one cancels my Mardi Gras!
If you want to stay focused, you might
Leave the radio off for the night,
Lest the words of a song
(“I’ve been loving you too long”)
Wiggle-worm their way in as you write.
Wait a minute! Something’s wrong!
Words are here that don’t belong!
This bit’s not mine,
This particular line:
It’s a lyric from a song!
I may strike you as rude and uncouth,
But I’ve acted like that from my youth:
If the things that I say
Make you mad, walk away
And you won’t have to deal with the truth.
“It’s the most inexplicable thing:
I’ll be acting quite normal and [ding!]
I turn into a grump
And start ragging on Trump
Whensoever I hear a bell ring.”
“Well, I don’t like to brag or to boast,
But I do read the Times and the Post,
And each day in my car
I tune in NPR,
So, I think I’m informed more than most.”
“I think socialism sounds pretty good,
If it turns out the way that it should.
Though it never has yet,
It still seems a sure bet –
And there’s always a chance that it could.”
Though I’d watched competitions, all sorts —
On the fields, in arenas, on courts —
Players taking a knee
Was just too much for me:
I am done with “professional” sports.