Jet Lag
According to those who fly alone on a jet
We ain’t ruined the planet, not quite, not just yet
Thus, they keep flying’ to sound the alert
That Mother Earth’s wounded, yes, she’s really hurt
But first, off to France for a nice frothy malt
Tip toe past China cuz it ain’t their fault
I’ll avoid all the places where bullets are flyin’
Right here on our streets where our youngsters are dyin’
Listen to preachers and pols boldly lyin’
None of ‘em hear the families cryin’
Then off to the beach for a wave runner race
And a shot of Botox to firm up my face
Then off to the party, I think I’ll impress
In my brand new rainbowy flowery dress
So I’ll bid you farewell and please do not fret
There’s only two engines on this freakin’ jet
©7/14/2023
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