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