(I’m introducing myself to the new afternoon audience and making a serious proposal:
Poets have a duty
As this poet’s often said
To see the world around them
From inside another’s head
To question all assumptions
And to challenge every truth
Which helps us do our duty
Which you know is saying sooth
And I attempt each Friday
Just within this broadcast hour
To practice my vocation
Which is speaking sooth to power
Some topics I’ll explore in depth
Sometimes my views are cursory
I’ll pen an ode to holidays
Or note an anniversary
I’ll celebrate a champion
And raise a loving cup
Make some bad predictions
(Yeah, you can look those up)
This week my world was burning
And some parts are burning still
At night, our sky was orange
From the fire on the hill
We’ll have investigations
And results will be the same
Everyone is guilty
But no one is to blame
And then there’s the rebuilding
Through all of the red tape
A tangled route of tentacles
From which there’s no escape
I’ve looked all the issues
And here is my discovery
The Donald should make Kamala
The czar of our recovery
Then he and Gavin Newsom
Never have to chat
There’s nothing in this county more
Bipartisan than that