It did not storm today, no flooding, no high winds, just hot
No telephone calls to say someone died or is in the hospital
My stocks didn’t crash, very little debt and only one yacht
No diseases, no treatments, just broke my tooth on a Skittle
If I were British my life would be smashing
These problems are small, round as a ball
They roll in and roll out without crashing
My dreams are undisturbed and banal
As I witnessed a beautiful sky powder blue
Many awoke to dreading another Monday
Grumbling, no patience for coffee to brew
And regret the time driving the freeway
Today thousands will die from starvation
Bombs explode, civilians die in war zones
Families are separated trying for immigration
At night we’re worried about the Dow Jones
Here in my tranquil freshwater fishbowl
I need only worry about the hungry cat
My cares are few, just a young tadpole
Every day, enjoying my middle class habitat
