Toggle to Goggle

At the intersection

Of sleep

And imagination …

Time to jump

On Fritter

Or Facecrook

To see what’s what.

Then toggle

To Goggle.

Might make

Your mind boggle.

What can we believe?

Private motives.

Public disdain.
Bots and bias.

World down the drain.

A swirling sea of hubris,

A health system in tatters.

Shaking hands? See those

Coughing MAGA Hatters?

With megaphones, chanting,

“It’s a liberal plot.”

Aimed to terrify, then coax.
“It’s those commie dims

And their impeachment hoax.”

Yet it’s true we’ve been

Lied to for months and months:

Facts tossed into the trash

Made mute by this classless dunce.

Would karma fulfill

Its ultimate mission?

What’s it waiting for?

Does it lack ambition?

People need to believe

A fairy tale ending.

“It’s going to be all right.”

But that’s not what’s trending.

The dimwit charlatan

Who can barely spell

Has a new product

That he’s eager to sell.

“Don’t worry about a thing.

Let’s begin the beguine.”

And lines form to take

The Emperor’s Vaccine.