NONSENSE VERSE

A Dry, Persistent Cough

I’m contemplating Gaia theory

And how our planet must be weary

Human infestation, this biped domination

Eco-consternation, stewardship adjuration

A spiky salutation from our global Matron

A doomed nation fulfilling its vocation

Ethics on vacation, no newsy revelation

No ticketless salvation at St. Pandemic Station

No miracle libation or proven vaccination

Insane hygiene education in alien isolation

White hot cremation, feverish incineration

A mass hallucination, the end of all creation

Gaia spritzed a little covid-19

Trying to scrub Her surface clean

meGeoff has been your most unreliable, unbalanced and inaccurate alternative record of rhyming existential dread since 2013. Sign up for e-mail alerts from the Crooked 9.