Accent on Hard Times

A sadist with no arms
Originally a humanist
And an anti-Darwinist
After a double ear transplant
He broke his leg
In a black bus
While waiting
For life insurance
It’s not easy to be
A good person
When the world is seized
By a wild storm
That’s why
When we fall asleep
We’ll remember those who fell
Who were cast down from the heavens
By their own heavy grief
In the name of the republic
We call upon all
Who are just a little smarter
Than Friday’s anomaly
To stop
At the shore of the island of Utopia