“‘It was angry, vicious’: spate of squirrel attacks leave NYC neighborhood in fear At least three people in Rego Park, in Queens, have been jumped upon and bitten by a possibly deranged squirrel” —The Guardian
It looked so darned attractive as it fluffed its golden pelt,
And then it started biting. Just imagine how I felt!
It turned out angry, vicious too, and possibly deranged;
And many of my neighbors now are acting quite estranged.
My dog would never trust it, so I shut my dog inside;
My cat looked very hostile and I think my hamster tried,
But when I saw those piercing eyes and opalescent teeth,
I simply had to go to it and cup my hands beneath.
And now we’re in The Guardian, and everyone’s aghast;
It hurt me, I’ve admitted it, but that’s all in the past,
And unity is what we want, so please let’s now forget.
The fact I fed it doesn’t mean this creature was my pet.
“Trump ‘refusing to pay’ Rudy Giuliani’s legal fees after falling out President said to be offended by personal lawyer’s demand for a reported $20,000 a day” —The Guardian
The President swears he’ll refuse
These daily demands of Ru Giu’s:
“He wants 20K!
And for that I could pay
For three Hawleys, two Scotts, and a Cruz.”
(Written on the occasion of yet another superhero movie)
He steps onto a ledge,
Unsure if he should leap
And consummate his pledge
To savage every creep
And criminal that mars
The peaceful status quo,
Then tallies up his scars,
Exhales and looks below.
He’s come to doubt the worth
Of uppercutting villains
Who plan to flood the earth
Or burgle multi-millions.
Such exploits are cosmetic.
They only treat the surface,
Which he finds antithetic
To his exalted purpose.
He wonders, what is badness?
What really hinders life?
Can’t he apportion gladness,
Not just disarm the knife
Of every goddamn mugger?
Can’t he become a savior,
Not just a costumed slugger
Who squelches misbehavior?
He longs to fight the ailments
That wreck the heart and mind,
Which are the true derailments
That mangle humankind.
Yet who has ever ended
The evil leagues within,
Who can’t be apprehended
Or powed! across the chin?
Is his vocation… worthless?
Or relegated to
Dumb, pointless battles versus Man-Wolf and Kangaroo?
He straddles a projection,
His leggings loosely on,
Impaired by this reflection,
Suspicious of his brawn.
“The Pfizer / BioNTech COVID-19 vaccine now rolling out in the US is approved as Comirnaty (in Europe),
with the name expected to get a nod in the US… Comirnaty is pronounced phonetically
as koe mir’ na tee.” —fiercepharma.com
“Since we know that (Pfizer’s vaccine) demonstrated more than 90% efficacy,
the p-value for the results is likely to be far less than 0.037 … With an efficacy level
this high, Pfizer’s candidate “sets a high competitive bar for its competitors.” —The Motley Fool
Maxity vaxity
Pfizer’s Comirnaty
might, if its p-value
is what they claim,
give the community
super-immunity,
boosting the company’s
pfortune and pfame.
Many a bear in its den in the woods
Has thought it would like to deliver the goods,
And said to itself how it’s grossly unfair
That the job goes to reindeer and never to bear.
But the more thoughtful bears say aloud to themselves
That it would be a challenge not eating the elves.
“Mar-a-Lago neighbors say Trump can’t live there after White House” —The Guardian
My dear ex-neighbor, though we are ambiv- Alent about still-worsening your year, Remember, please, while packing: you may live Anywhere in the world that isn’t here. Long we’ve put up with journalists, police, Attorneys general and all your crew; Grant we may now enjoy that dreamed-of peace, On hold until the exodus of you. Sir, for four years you’ve rented out this club And also lived in it: a POTUS perk, You said. Well, here (excuse us) is the rub: Stop being POTUS and that doesn’t work. No pressure, but you’ll need a place to dwell On Jan the 21st. Noel, Noel!
