POTUS AND FLOTUS

Potus and Flotus

Aren’t like you or me.

They're so special

And it’s by decree.

Potus and Flotus

Do what they want.

A New York haircut trip

Is a necessary jaunt.

Potus and Flotus

Are never together.

Some say it’s only

Because of the weather.

Maybe that’s so.

But i kind of doubt it.

Nothing about them

Seems remotely legit.

Potus and Flotus

Might be plumbing terms.

Possibly tooth decay.

Maybe armies of germs.

Potus and Flotus

Aren’t like you or me.

They lie, cheat and steal

And do it with glee.

They’re broken and crooked

In such desperate need.

There’s nothing they won’t do

To satisfy their greed.

They rarely smile or laugh

Even on a spree.

Unhappy and crazed

Ain’t no way to be.

They live a lie

That’s easy to condemn.

I am happy every day

That I aint like them.

WILD THOM

Cue The Troggs:

WILD THOM

YOU GET IT ALL WRONG

A DUMBASS SACK OF HOOEY

WILD THOM

WE KNOW WE LOATHE YOU

BUT WE WANNA KNOW FOR SURE

COME ON STEP INTO THE LIGHT

WE LOATHE YOU

WILD THOM

YOU GET IT ALL WRONG

A DUMBASS, FULL OF HOOEY

WILD THOM

WE WANT YOU TO MOVE

WE'RE ALREADY SURE

GO ON STEP OUT OF THE LIGHT

AND MOVE ON

WILD THOM

YOU GET IT ALL WRONG

A DUMBASS SACK OF HOOEY

WILD THOM

YOU GET IT ALL WRONG

Vison

Feeling the need

To know what’s waiting

at the end of this tunnel?

One might Google 

Zoom classes 

In mysticism:

The first site that appears

Is based in Florida.
And that brought a laugh.

Perhaps that mystic

Is related to those

Fortune tellers who reside

In trailers on the herpes side of town.

Got to wonder

If they can actually

Sense what is ahead,

And proof would be,

At the very least,

Decent housing.

Madame LaRue

Can con a client

Just so often,

Or she’d move.

Had an annual eye exam.

And it’s interesting

How many lenses

Can be twisted and turned

Allowing one alternately

Better and worse views.

Sort of like reality.
Or at least how
One perceives what 

Might be true:
It’s all how it applies

Strictly to you.

One can argue art.
What it means.

How valuable it might be.

But one has to be clear

When it comes to science.

Science lacks political savvy.
It has no guile.
It just presents itself,

And one either gets it or not.

Gravity, for instance.
Even a MAGA hatter

Might be aware

That what goes up

Is gonna come down.

Some say hindsight is perfect vision.
That by looking back

At what actually happened

That that is clarity.

Maybe that’s valid.

This year we’ve witnessed

A bunch of rear ends

Making true asses of themselves.

Maybe that’s what the cliché suggests:

Hindsight is 2020.

So many hinds. So much sight.
Perhaps that’s what it means.

So, what have we learned?

That’s to be determined

While sensible people mull:

What fresh hell will 2021 bring?