The sky is dark, the world is bleak
The market’s down—all cause for pique.
Contrariwise, bp’s alright,
The larder’s full, the roof is tight.
But Pakistan’s a hopeless mess,
Afghanistan a raw abscess.
Meanwhile, our new book’s coming out
To praise and royalties—no doubt!
Earth, hurtling, falls to flaming hell—
But here, at home, we do quite well.
(10/13/09)
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