I want to expand this one eventually, BUT THERE'S NO TIME LEFT IN FEBRUARY.
What did the bird say to the bee it passed along the way?
"I'm not okay, I'm not okay, I'm not okay.
Al the air beneath my wings is thick and gray,
I'm not okay, I'm not okay, I'm not okay."
I stepped out of my bedroom to greet the day
I saw fires in February
I saw drought across the prairie
I saw missiles launch, so scary I ran away
But the world is all connected in some way
Each garbage fire I will breathe
A sinking ship I can't leave
I'm a tiny flea on a body vast and great.
When I stand before all that I love
I wonder what to say.
It's gotta be
"I'm not okay, I'm not okay
I'm not okay, I'm not okay.
There's nothing else to say, I'm not okay.
I'm not okay, I'm not okay
I'm not okay, I'm not okay.
It doesn't matter if I pray, I'm not okay."
@standup Feb 2022
Bleak song! It's true, we may all be screwed before too long. When you see a missile launch across the way, it's hard to be OK.