The world disgusts so thoroughly,
It’s fair to wonder, “Is it me?”
So pull aside the drapes and see:
A giant bowing to a flea,
A baby killed by sting of bee,
And Thackeray grovels on his knee
While marketers are pestering me.
The truth is slandered,
A torturer is fat and pert,
The bombers are on full alert,
And Socrates is eating dirt;
A squirrel raped,
A genius aped,
A nut job cheered on in a cape;
Your best beloved is puking blood
And Shakespeare’s name is finally mud;
You got that job to save your skin
And suddenly you’re ten years in;
Your enemies are sleek and free,
There’s no clean public place to pee,
An oil slick covers every sea,
A nuke right where the sun should be…
So pull the covers over me.
There’s nowhere else that’s good to flee.