David
Lynch’s world of freaks
Has
undergone a few tweaks
Still
delightfully nuts
With
quarter-century-old jump cuts
Welcome
back, you zany “Twin Peaks”
Through
all the Big Apple noise
The
injury bug still toys
With
the Mets, for whom I fear
It’s
gonna be wait ‘til next year
It
just ain’t happenin’, boys
A
plot line kind of in shards
Against
ridiculousness it guards
But
Frank Underwood seems OK
Compared
to the batshits of today
I
can’t quit you, “House of Cards”
Usually
the U.S. Open
Involves
lotsa hittin’ and hopin’
But
Brooks Koepka destroyed
And
the field really toyed
With
a course that required no copin’
On
democracy we’ve taken a dump
As
James Comey was put on the stump
At
some point, John McCain
Went
senile or insane
Reality
TV in the era of Trump
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