Stuck my head out the window to view the hostile, cold universe,
but thought it could be worse;
We could be in a dome in Antarctica doing research,
Instead of in our toasty little homes, attending Virtual Church.
Studied a little Buddhism and learned about Karma,
Thought it was theory, but you bet your Dharma,
Some folks on the Hill,
Are finally getting their fill.
Since good ol' Uncle Joe and Jill,
And even in Michigan
Snyder can't fish again
Flint water won't give him permisi...again.
And even Lou Dobbs,
Will be out of a Job.
Can we hope next is Hannity,
before losing our sanity?
Perhaps Laura and Tucker...
Guess I'd better stop here.
(This actually started out as a prosaic statement, which shows it's getting late, so I wax poetic. Or perhaps, wane poetic.)
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