This Final Season

Make Your Troubles Go Away

When their lies just aren’t selling anymore
When you’ve already lost upcoming wars
You can always choose to vote your troubles home
Another parasite beneath the mistletoe 

When you hear carolers singing “Deck the Halls”
No more needle vaccinations at the malls
Transdermal patch or intranasals
These racial wars—we’ll turn the tables

When the lockdowns make your troubles go away

When the mega-churches lose their business plan
When windshield washing wealth is not so grand
We will build what suits your fancy
In our 10X10 food pantry

Owning nothing makes your troubles go away

When you see that you have made a king of clowns
And that each and every one has brought you down
You will know that there’s a reason
You weren’t fooled this final season

May Christ’s mercy make your troubles go away