Why would you bother with an umbrella if you're not coming home any more?
Why be concerned with what's going on in and about the Pentagon
when dead ahead you see coming on a without the bomb Alas, Babylon?
Celebrate Covid's inevitable spread. Think Monty Python's "Bring Out Your Dead".
With so much dread filling your head it just might be best to stay in bed
or, if so inclined, pursue absolution through religious circumlocution
unless you accept there is no solution and can embrace the world's dissolution.
Will this, too, pass?
You bet your ass.
What's next in store?
Best not to ask.
