But enough, my friend. Enough! Let us steer
towards the world of sound and sense.
For we’ve had quite enough of this cyber Lear
and his dour clown, Mike Pence.
Although perhaps there are ugly parts
that I’ve neglected to mention,
this century’s teenage fits and starts
no longer claim my attention.
I’m heading back to the piano now,
for that is where I belong.
That eternal stringed, percussive plow
of the hammers shall keep me strong!
Beethoven’s righteous fury trumps
our orange generalissimo,
and Debussy halts, with whole-tone clumps,
this decade’s drab prestissimo.
We’ve left that virtual mortisphere.
How joyous to bask in the sun!
May the real world still ring loud and clear
in our Century 21.