Hot Summer

Hot summer, hot summer

Oh boy, here we come

Got marching in the streets again

Without the fife and drum

The COVID crisis creeps along

Can’t wish that thing away

Forget about next ocean swell

This first wave’s here to stay

How much money can we swing

Keep jobless folks afloat

Sorry, half you dine-in chefs

On clearly sinking boats

The red and blue fume back and forth

Like knee-jerk puppet sheep

The average guy just joins a team

To watch on cable TV

Election race is heating up

Trump sharpens up his lies

Divide and conquer, not this time Don

With your shrinking piece of pie

So grab a board and head to the beach

And leave behind these fools

Whatever future is in store

At least the ocean’s cool (relative to ambient air, despite global warming trends in the ocean, which leads to coral bleaching…..but let’s not get into that right now)