Our Sacred Cows Are Showing
We are not safe in the unknowing.
And it is snowing, snowing, snowing.
Gold, diamonds, platinum, grain
Whatever, just let it rain.
Lucre, lucre, and lucre again
Is our mantra’s tireless refrain.
But, it is snowing, snowing, snowing.
Pater noster and paterfamilias
An equation for universal panaceas.
We drone on with our mea culpas.
Still, it snows.Kill, it snows.
Pill, like snow will, it snows.
Drill it and mill it, it snows.
Grill it, codicil it, it snows,
And snows and snows.
Until it snows us under.