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)