© PETER ANDERSSON
A MUSIC PARODY
BY: JANIS JOPLIN
"Don't worry about the world coming to an end today. It's already tomorrow in Australia."
Oh Lord, why'd you send us this Covid Nineteen?
This shortage of TP's the worst that there's been
I'm browning my thumbs now, itself a malaise
Done alt-right and alt-left on alt-ernate days
Oh Lord, won't you send us a cure or vaccine?
Starving blue collars can't live quarantined
I drool over tide pods, might try exorcism
But Lord, I'm too salty for cannibalism
Oh Lord, we're okey you hit villains and scum!
The critters in Congress and Biden and Trump
And when the four horsemen are making their rounds
Take pushers and slumlords residing downtown
But Lord, we're dead tired of Covid Nineteen
Don't take all the boomers, don't short caffeine
From airplanes' begriming the sky has been cleansed
Say Lord, did you do this for Greta and friends?
© Peter Andersson 2020