I feel the procession has slowed
almost to a crawl eerily
as if to delay the inevitable show
while some dance merrily

the final stops' been dug six feet
everyone gathered 'round
with no one left for us to meet
accept the cold hard ground

listen to Greta
she knows about energy
just ask the Spanish
England wants to block sunlight
apparently to save earth

who believes these clowns
flying in their private jets
preaching consume less
now Spains' electric cars
have nowhere for them to charge

time slips by
left to wonder why
it won't die

never ending road
the travelers have all gone
just tumbleweed rolls

ivermectin
the horse paste they laughed at
approved for covid
I knew this four years ago
apple flavors' my favorite

carrot on a stick
the poor donkey never gets
what if we're the ***