I woke in terror, sweat pouring down my face
The beast had a fiery pumpkin for a head
And nothing but poison in its base.
Triumphantly, it grinned at me
‘I’ve got you where I want you now,’ it said,
“Your days of woke morality –
Care, compassion, decency – are DEAD!!!!”
Tempted, I reached for an axe
To slice off that wicked pumpkin head
But no – desist! – let’s face the facts
Like Hydra, there’s more, the disease would only spread
And bad as it seems, it could be even worse –
Cure comes only when it’s run its dreadful course.