ODE TO 2025

 

A New Year’s Ode to 2025

Welcome, dear friends, to Two-Oh-Two-Five,
Where chaos reigns, yet we’re still alive!
The White House now hosts a full-time clown,
With nuclear codes and a gilded crown.

He tweets at dawn in a language cryptic,
While playing chess with a czar despotic.
"Putin’s my buddy," he gleefully states,
"Why bother with allies? Let’s all be mates!"

The inmates have fled the asylum’s gate,
Now drafting laws on the whims of fate.
“Back to the 18th century we go!”
They cheer as progress takes a fatal blow.

In powdered wigs, they debate by candle,
Repealing science they can’t quite handle.
“Electricity? What a bourgeois scam!
Let’s trade our Teslas for horse-drawn trams!”

Healthcare’s a game of Russian roulette,
The stock market’s rigged, but don’t you fret.
Buy stocks in leeches—they’re back in vogue,
Along with witches and cryptic rogues.

Yet amidst this circus, we must confess,
It’s darkly funny, we’ll give them that—yes!
The clown king juggles his global despair,
While we all binge-watch from our armchairs.

So raise a toast to the year ahead,
To the lunacy and the chaos spread.
May humor shield us, may wit prevail,
As history rewrites its bizarre tale.

And when the madness feels too surreal,
Remember: laughter’s the ultimate deal.
For clowns may reign, but they’ll fall in time—
And sanity, too, can someday climb.

Happy New Year, to the sane and absurd,
In a world where the truth is a seldom-heard word.
2025, we embrace your jest,
Let’s hope this joke will end for the best!

William James Spriggs