I think about today and what we have become
And wonder if we all have lost our minds
For everything, it seems, is upside down and I
Am looking for some sense between the lines.
 
It seems those in control—the mores-setting crowd,
Are feeling more and more omnipotence;
Their new truths are so skewed and some are even lewd
And not a one of them makes any sense.
 
This one example here, just makes me want to tear
My hair out; craziness that’s gone too far
Some screwed up autocrat is telling children that
What they feel they are IS what they are.
 
Suppose I made a wish that I could be a fish
Swimming happily around a pond;
And I decided I would like to have a try
To be a fish, and so the magic wand
 
Waves over me, and lo, it changes me and so
It’s fun, at first, and then reality
Sets in; I realize that this weird fish disguise
Is not and never will be the real me!
 
Well, I’m sorry, mate, but it’s a bit too late
To change you back, because you made your choice,
But when my mom said no, the “law” said yes, and so
You changed me anyway, she had no voice.
 
Yes, I’m afraid that’s true, and so, forever you
Will be a fish so you had better try
To enjoy your life, no matter what the strife
You’ll be a fish until the day you die.
 
But I am not a fish and I take back my wish
Please let me be the boy my mother had;
Well, I am sorry, son, the damage has been done
So, buck up, being a fish is not so bad.