The most stupid thing you’ll read today. Compliments of the Chicago Tribune

Two thousand nineteen

Has now lurched to a close

And where we’re all headed

Well, nobody knows.


The year that just passed

Left us muddled and grumpy

The news was alarming—

Relentlessly Trumpy.


A government shutdown!

The Mueller report!

The president tweeting

His livid retort!


And then came the shriek

Of a loudly blown whistle

That rattled the world

like a nuclear missile.


Our president talked to

The head of Ukraine?

Said, “Do us a favor”—

To help his campaign?


“My phone call was perfect!”

The president pouted

But millions proclaimed

That at last he’d been outed.


He cried, “It’s a witch hunt!”—

A cry like a screech—

But Nancy Pelosi

Said calmly: “Impeach.”


Our politics felt like

A national tumor

Thank God we could laugh

At the line, “OK, boomer.”


The world was unrav’ling—

Or so it could seem

As migrants and refugees

Fled in a stream


From Syria, Mexico,

Yemen and more

Escaping from poverty,

Battered by war.


The Arctic was melting

The climate was crazed—

While Venice was drowning

The Amazon blazed.


Thank God for young Greta,

The passionate Swede

Who warned that we’re wrecking

Our climate with greed.


And meanwhile in Paris

Great Notre Dame burned

While over in Britain

The lib’rls were spurned.


In Hong Kong the protesters

Fought to be free

Reminding the world

How tough freedom can be.


The dangers kept coming:

Look, vaping’s a killer!

And Facebook is spying!

And worse? Stephen Miller!


A trade war with China!

Iranian threats!

The menace of Putin!

They gave us the sweats.


And shooters ran rampant

In places of prayer

From Christchurch to Poway

Such cries of despair.


But all was not hatred

And madness and fear

The universe offered

Much beauty this year.


In Congress, more women

Were playing a role

We got our first photo

Inside a black hole.


The word of the year

Was the singular “they,”

A him or a her?

It’s whatever they say.


These miracles taught us

To never say “can’t”—

Why, look at that burger—

Your meat is a plant.


We listened to Lizzo

And muted R. Kelly

And bid “Game of Thrones”

A goodbye on the telly.


And here in Chicago,

We got a new story:

The old guard was routed

The new boss was Lori.


A breath of fresh air

But a miracle? Not.

The shootings continued

The town reeked of pot.


Some pols got indicted

The teachers said, “Strike!”

The mayor’s new budget’s

A thumb in the dike.


We stewed over Jussie

(A star of “Empire”)

He claimed an attack

But it seems he’s a liar.


The top cop was fired

(The mayor’s tough stance)

Thank God for the fun

of a gator named Chance.


Yet life, we remembered,

Can vanish too fast

Whatever the news

It’s assured not to last.


To Toni, beloved,

We bid our goodbye

Farewell to Elijah

His death made us cry.


So long, Cokie Roberts

So long, Doris Day,

So long to the poet

Who helped us to pray.


Her last name was Oliver

(That I should mention)

She taught us that prayer

Is a form of attention.


And now our attention

Is on what comes next

Another election—

A hope or a hex?


Elizabeth Warren

Says, “I’ve got a plan!”

For some it won’t matter—

They’ll still want a man.


But will it be Trump?

Will he fall to defeat?

To Biden or Bernie

Or young Mayor Pete?


The future’s a mys’try

Let’s enter with hope

Go boldly and calmly

Don’t let ourselves mope.


Remember the future

Will come and then go

And life’s an adventure—

So on with the show.

%d bloggers like this: