Song: It's Dope! Poem by Dave SmithWhite

It's dope! It's dope! El Dopo:
It flushes through my veins.
It's dope! It's dope! El Dopo:
It washes out my brain.
It's sick! It's sick! It's sicko:
It tricks me once again;
Like a lick of thick karaoke,
In a dull and dumb refrain.

It's a meme! A meme! A memo.
A caustic theme and bane.
A secret, gnostic depot,
Of magic dreams arcane.
It's a lot! A lot! It's lotto.
Can the virus be contained?
When left in fortune's grotto,
Can we leave the cave for gain?

It's a trope! A trope! Gone troppo.
That freedom is restrained.
Some fear a new gestapo,
More than any Covid chain.
It's a trope! A trope! Gone troppo.
It's a hopeless fight - insane:
The clueless, smug bravado,
Prolongs the grief and pain.

It's dope! It's dope! El Dopo:
The fate the god's ordain.
It's the kool-aid and placebo,
But for the rich - champagne!
When dog-eat-dog's the credo,
Should we shun the harsh terrain?
Locked down with our alter egos,
That so goes 'gainst the grain.

It's dope! It's dope! El Dopo:
That floods the cell's membrane
It's a trope! A trope! Gone troppo.
As unfettered freedom reigns
It's dope! It's dope! El Dopo:
It's too much to explain.
When your thinking part lies doggo,
In truth you can't complain!