My son is going  to report on Elon Musk
The owl of Minerva flies only at dusk
****** fantasies; fantasies of trust
Love is an angel disguised as lust

She is an angel; like Tupelo honey
She's also ordinary; I don't have much money
Stockholm in the summer, pretty and sunny
Mr. Will Ferrell frequently funny

For ourselves and our posterity
I plant a mustard seed
2037
A pal's last need a thing to heed

At my best I wait, throw a good bounce pass
Candidates debate
He studies.
She was a grand wee lass

You people of the future
And you people of the past
Still in this together
Hey Now! Everlast.