I wake up to a brand new day
And for that fact, I’m grateful
Then I turn on the morning news
And see so much that’s hateful
I want to write some happy verse
I don’t want to seem mirthless
For poetry, without it’s punch
Is clearly, nearly worthless
And so I seek the cringy rhyme
Which is my prime directive
To take the lessons of the day
And put them in perspective
Barack Obama made remarks
His point was quite explicit
For recent horrors in this world
He feels we’re all complicit
Yes, every soul, without a doubt
Is part of one great plan
We share the imperfections in
The brotherhood of man
And yet, I feel his theory
Is a part of some grand game
When all of us are guilty, well
Then no one is to blame
And if in fact we’re guilty
And if the guilt’s communal
Our punishment is warranted
Before the mob tribunal
When poets in another land
Do something that’s decried
A physical attack on me
Is somehow justified
Well, I didn’t give the mullahs cash
And I didn’t break the border
I didn’t destroy the FBI
Or forsake law and order
I didn’t abandon countries
In ways so weak and reckless
Letting our opponents know
Our policies were feckless
But if I feel some real remorse
For all that’s wrong and rough
It’s that in my opposing them
I didn’t do enough
