Modesto

It's raining in Modesto,
But the mountains are on fire.
Here comes another hurricane;
The stakes are getting higher.

It's freezing in Franklin,
But the earth is warming up.
The icecaps are melting;
Our leaders are corrupt.


  We've mortgaged the future;
  Maxed our credit cards;
  If you run into the devil,
  Give him my regards.
  Dust off the shotgun,
  Put up your dukes.
  Daddy's got a temper,
  And he'd like to use his nukes.

The sunshine in Chicago,
But the skies are growing dark.
Tho we aim for truth and beauty,
We nearly always miss the mark.