Editor’s Note: This is a remarkable day, with possibly the state of the Union in the balance. I have tried to track the big story- Texas and 17 states, along with the Trump Campaign and led by a sitting Senator went before the Supreme Court this morning. They argue that battleground states modified their voting rules without legislative approval and thus disenfranchised their voters. This is unconstitutional, according to the suit. The result could result in some- all?- electoral votes being nullified. Or, the SCOTUS could tell them to take a hike. Word on the street at noon is that the high Court issued a decree stipulating the defendant states- Wisconsin, Michigan, Pennsylvania and Georgia- must respond in some manner by three o’clock this afternoon. You would think that would be bigger news than Hunter Biden’s tax issues, but this has been a strange year, hasn’t it? Maybe we will have an actual President Elect before dinner- or another tumultuous chapter in this improbable year. More as it happens! In the meantime, Marlow contributes his own view of this amazing situation.
– Vic
June 2020
Plague High-waters
Author’s note: Written during this virus’s early summer days when cases were rising locally and no help seemed on the way, it felt like we were trapped on our rooftop, as plague floodwaters chased us up. Now it appears the real high-waters are here as the daily new infections curve is a straight line up.
No matter the plague high-waters view from your rooftop, stay high and dry — help is on the way.
-Marlow
Virus cases risin’ — risin’ night and day
All our jobs n homes bein’ taken away
Capital cities Big Boys lookin’ east and west
From their swamps’ darkest rooms, done lost their minds
They made it to their vacation cities
Ain’t got cares for us, nor any time
Nothing standing there
Plague cases everywhere
Virus cases risin’ — our pantries’re empty
Our mouths are dry
Virus chills and fevers are beatin’ us down
Lungs fillin’ up, feelin’ we’re about to drown
Virus didn’t come from on high
Easterners dropped this hammer on the sly
Country’s cups’re empty
And all our mouths’re dry
This old, dirty plague highwaters are on the rise
Virus cases risin’, our bank accounts are slidin’ down
Folks lose their possessions — rich folks are leaving town
Some don’t like it, try to shake it but virus just breaks em all
They become another sad-ass stat on a wall
Media says, “you dance with whom they tell you to
Or you don’t dance at all.”
It’s tough out there
Plague cases everywhere
We got us a cravin’ love for blazing speed
Love us hopped-up Mopars, Porsches ‘n Fords
Jump into the rides we love, throw our panties overboard
Fast cars are like road poems, make strong folks lose their minds
We’re just pigs without a gig, we hope the swamps’ll treat us kind
Things are fast-breakin’ up out there
Plague cases everywhere
Virus case highwaters risin’, six feet ‘bove my head
Coffins droppin’ in the street
Like balloons made out of lead
Corpses pourin’ into morgues, cities don’t know what to do
“Don’t reach out for me,” the bigs to smalls said
“Can’t you see I’m drownin’ too?”
It’s rough out there
Plague cases everywhere
Gettin’ up every morning — make the bed and dust-shuffle my room
Keeping away from those a-coughin’
I’m givin’ ’em lots of room
Virus rolling over us, not sparing places red or blue
Media says “Don’t be happy, love,
Unless these others’re happy too
It’s bad out there
Plague cases everywhere”
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