Another moment to love you
Another moment to touch you
Another moment to feel you
Nudibranch daring on the flying trapeze
Moving and shaking with disturbing dis-ease
Like a gen-Xer’s take on the
wiggida wiggida wiggida wack
Independence taken no slack
to the next level
Spiked and collared anarchist
Who has your back
even with the monkey on theirs
Shake this disease, this political game
Showing dissension, just not the same
We’re divided
Thoughts collided
No tolerance
No acceptance
It seems as though
The answer is no
To Rodney’s age old question
Can’t we all just get along?
Nah, you’re right and I am wrong
Nah, I’m right and you’re a song
No winners, all losers, so many clowns
Ashes to ashes
Then we All fall down
Another moment to hate them
Another moment to bash them
Another moment to numb them
Fox News not even close in IQ
To the dog that knows that last Blues Clue
Sly like a fox was the undercurrent’s intent
But they’ve opened these eyes
To a world, all bent
fox mangles the news
turn away and educate
truth is here somewhere
