The Elephant In The Room (Tell His Story)

 

I think it's really time to fly

away from anger, loathing, hate;

wave it all a stern goodbye 

before the whole thing gets too late.

I don't know who you voted for,

and, in truth, I do not care.

I'm glad to open up a door

and offer you a comfy chair

and a cup of chamomile

along with a warm croissant.

The two of us can keep it real

and usher out the elephant 

that these days is in the room,

his acrid droppings hell's perfume.

Syl would go for a croissant.