When I turn on my television
I see a world of superstition
Where our leaders act like children,
Have a cow.
Meanwhile, the kids can’t read or write
And I stay awake at night
And think “That Tide Pod’s looking pretty tasty now.”
We used to run through flowery meadows
But now the news says they’re full of pedos.
There hasn’t been a film worth watching for a year.
Now I could watch Star Wars again
Or read a book or try some zen
But I’m leaning towards a Tide Pod and a beer.
You can’t see the stars at night;
We’re devoid of light delights.
It’s the darkest season most of us have faced.
But the laundry in the dryer
Caused another forest fire
And we can’t let all that detergent go to waste…
I guess life ain’t all that bleak
Just cause girls are men and men are weak
And our food and water cause infertility.
Let’s count our blessings, me and you:
I’ll say “one”, and you say “two”,
Then have some denatorium benzoate with me.
The Daily Travesty 