in times so adversarial
 few days that come are ferial --
 where we don't recognize some birth,
 or victory, or burial --

 and yet it's all officinal:
 what we will call medicinal,
 and who we'll share it with as being
 close enough for vicinal

 and so it is without regards
 we cut off all the langobards:
 reactionary dogs, or maybe
 jacobins, or montagnards

 with words that soothe, conciliate
 may we our truths circumvallate
 and though it all be so mundane
 may we at last

 equilibrate