We’re stuck with the ‘stans and we see them as us
We read up on banns but our preachers too late
See unemployed millions thrown under the bus
A crack up in Cairo, a smack up of fate
As teachers are laid off, the era of wuss
Is dying upon no repairs that we slate.
Empowered again, here come clowns in disguise
Whose biros assume the poor never arise.
The best of this year was a journey to Oz
Where grownups reside and advise without spin
How best to make due with subordinate clause
And go beyond shit to where pearls aren’t a sin
Yet death slapped down two, who deserved some applause
From those on the sidelines, an army all in.
What peers in the wind is the sight of our times
Remaining in view, and remembered in rhymes.
The tidetime folklorist wondera whether 2010 will begin a better decade, but in the meantime tips his hat to nostalgia:
The Platter: Auld Lang Syne (Guy Lombardo)
The Bait: The Noughty Bush Buzzard
