God Save The Contrarian
Dedicated to the Great Contrarians of 2020
What a strange and curious year it’s been,
“Annus Horribilis”,
As might say the Queen.
The year the world was torn asunder,
Then lurched inexplicably from blunder,
to inexplicable blunder.
Amidst the din of alarm and fear,
Just One looked on, with eyes still clear,
He was, the Contrarian,
His questions rebuffed and answered by none.
Instead, subject to ridicule was he,
“Three weeks to flatten the curve,
That’s all, you’ll see”.
‘Twas the longest three weeks, we did ever know,
Taking us from spring to summer,
Then straight to snow.
And all the while, “Sage” hidden from view,
Changed all our landscape —
Not for them of course,
But just for me and you.
“Don’t ask us questions, O Contrarian!
You know nothing, you’re selfish,
You are, no one!”.
But to Sage we must prostrate,
For it does modeling,
And makes NO mistake.
“Protect the infirmary daubed in rainbow paint,
Stay ye away!
Its corridors, you must not taint!
And through corridors,
Healers did prance,
Revealing a well-practiced and synchronized,
Hospital dance.
So now we must either wait for polling day,
Or alternatively, as one might say,
The Grey Suits of Committee Twenty-Two,
May whisper, “De Pfeffle old chap, the time has come for you”.
As we bid farewell to a frightful year,
Atlas the Contrarian will now peer,
Over his mighty shoulder,
Upon which sits the worldly boulder,
Then he will simply shrug and say:
“I did warn you, friends — we will all pay”.
A dystopian joke,
Has become the norm,
Only God knows what placates this storm.
So we will ask of God,
To save our Queen,
As custom dictates, that’s what I mean,
For you, Almighty, are most kind,
And, if you really do not mind,
Save the Queen, as you must do,
But please do save,
The Contrarian too.
