For some, sex requires strong feelings. The atmosphere must be right.
I want to have sex, but I can’t. Mr. Trump is no longer in the news.
My girlfriends are not feeling it. There is talk of coalitions,
Mobs, even, to spark fury, but the women say talk is not enough.
Rumors of Vanity Fair covers stoke controversy
In vain. There is no sexual feeling in the air. Rosa and Claire
Have coffee on the street. They’re not seeing it there.
Reruns of Mom are falling on deaf ears.
“Something has to be happening, and seen.” “Need to see it,
So I start yelling,” another said. “OMG. Can you believe what I see?”
Until this happens, no sex for me.
Did it help that Weekend Update called the beating of Rand Paul
Hilarious, as grief and fear swept the nation? No.
We need some strumming relief, like in the days of Broadway Joe.
We need folk music on the cloudy plain,
Dust filling our soft sleeves, again. Someone has to be in the news
Or there needs to be no news. No news. No news. No news.
Nor did it help sex drives that Joe Biden calmed
National principles by singing songs in wide chorus lines
Spreading out from the capitol to small farms packed with jobs.
It’s not about jobs, NBC. The former Soviet Union
Is selling old copies of Playboy. It’s that bad.
There’s a gale blowing. But the flag on the old village square still looks sad.