At ninety, he still takes the wheel,
In his truck, he finds life’s appeal.
While others may scoff,
He won’t trade it off,
For him, driving’s the ultimate zeal.
In traffic’s chaotic dance hall
In traffic’s chaotic dance hall,
Diamond interchanges stand tall.
With bridges they’re kissed,
As roads intertwist,
Guiding cars, one and all.
In a Thai town, chaos did brew
In a Thai town, chaos did brew,
Marauding monkeys, a troublesome crew.
Lock them up, they decree,
Send them far out to sea,
Peace restored, the townsfolk pursue.
In Tennessee, a twisted charade
In Tennessee, a twisted charade,
Racist cops in the shadows played.
A year they did wait,
To sling charges, their hate,
Justice delayed, but not swayed.
In Westeros, where plots twist and turn
In Westeros, where plots twist and turn,
George RR Martin’s words, fans yearn.
But Hollywood’s embrace,
Brings a different pace,
As they stray, the fans start to discern.
Adaptations, they claim, need a tweak,
But George, with a sigh, starts to speak:
“They forsake what’s true,
For a new point of view,
And the essence they constantly seek.”
So heed the author’s wise advice,
Stick close to the source, don’t roll the dice.
For when trust is lost,
At a terrible cost,
The fans’ love turns to cold as ice.
In Korea, a tale of dismay
In Korea, a tale of dismay,
Trash-filled balloons drift in the fray.
With each poop-filled flight,
It’s a smelly plight,
A situation, oh so cliche.
North’s antics, a stinky affair,
Sending dung through the crisp, clean air.
South’s patience wears thin,
As the odors begin,
A diplomacy gone beyond repair.
In Louisiana’s bayou so deep
In Louisiana’s bayou so deep,
Extremists, in faith, take a leap.
Forcing kids to read,
Their beliefs, a creed,
Ignoring the law’s sacred keep.
With church and state meant to be parted,
Their actions leave many dishearted.
In textbooks, they preach,
Beyond their own reach,
Their agenda, the law has thwarted.
Yet still, they persist in their quest,
Ignoring what’s right, what’s best.
But the law stands firm,
Their zeal they must squirm,
For freedom demands this be addressed.
In the cinema’s dim-lit domain
In the cinema’s dim-lit domain,
A twist in the plot brought disdain.
A stabbing ensued,
In the theater, so crude,
Where screams replaced the cinematic refrain.
There once was a vote, oh so flawed
There once was a vote, oh so flawed,
Where choices felt shackled, and clawed.
But ranked choice came through,
With a big “F*** you!”
To the systems that left us in fraud.
There once was a flag, so renowned
There once was a flag, so renowned,
In its colors, the nation’s flag found.
But ask if it waves
For new states or graves,
For the traitors, history’s profound.