Drove into a river yesterday,
my car hissed like a pissed cat.
CD sang a garbled Pink Floyd
my windows said no you don’t.
I listened not sure why
brain said drink up water’s fresh.
Swim my son, swim, don’t stay
to visit with your steering wheel,
it has nothing to say, it is dead.
You see we’re all dead, a virus
they say but hell wear a mask and just ask
for tickets to San Paulo where masks have holes.
Damned my boy we are living in the holes of life,
I heard my horn incoherently screaming “get out!”