When a goon is in a Pure-White House
And stupider maligns and mars
Caprice divides the planet
And love will fear the wars
This is the spawning of the age of Precarious
Age of Precarious
Precarious
Precarious

Potpourri of poor withstanding
Symphony of wealth confounding
No more truth just scorned divisions
Emboldened living screams/collisions
Sadistic pistol-whipped elation
Unrefined coarse exclamation
Precarious
Precarious

When a goon is in a Pure-White House
And stupider maligns and mars
Caprice divides the planet
And love will fear the wars
This is the spawning of the age of Precarious
Age of Precarious
Precarious
Precarious
Contrarious
Nefarious

Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in
The sun, shine in...

I believe the truth to be that Life has always been and will always be precarious. This is not a new age. But of late, it feels like we are moving toward more so and away from less so. And (I have to keep reminding myself that) this "of late" I speak of is a mere hiccup in the entirety of humankind. We sometimes need a step backward to point the way forward.

Nonetheless, it is annoying; and precarious.