What A Time That We Live In
by Michael Doyle

What a time that we live in,
The most basic things need to be defined again.
When a Supreme Court justice can't define a "woman"
Then tell me who it is that can.

Everywhere that I look, there is a syndrome.
The Woke fear a king where there is no kingdom.
They boldly insist on glorifying mob rule,
So long as they can force the wearing of masks in school.

Somebody tells me that we live in an age of confusion,
When everyone is using their own illusions.
Common sense has met a slammed door,
And looking for the simple solution can't compete anymore.

The words that are subject to debate
Cannot be defined by being someone who menstruates
Because as women get older, they stop menstruating,
But the guy claiming to be a woman keeps on hallucinating.

Believing that he is a she in all sincerity,
While his penis seems to argue otherwise, and quite clearly.
All of this tracks to the drive for nothing above diversity.
It's hard to explain without mentioning perversity.

Somebody tells me that we live in an age of confusion,
When everyone is using their own illusions.
Common sense has met a slammed door,
And looking for the simple solution can't compete anymore.

Perhaps you might call me names and say I'm insane,
But diversity doesn't define who can fly an airplane.
Being anything you want has been taken shades too far.
Gen Z thinks it's too literal, not just being a star.

Traditional liberals are labeled with fascist names,
Because, after all, someone has to be to blame.
And while it used to be history that we would teach,
That has gone the same way, and the truth is out of reach.

Somebody tells me that we live in an age of confusion,
When everyone is using their own illusions.
Common sense has met a slammed door,
And looking for the simple solution can't compete anymore.

We need to begin history with a straight look at rights.
Freedom begins and ends essentially within one's sight.
Whatever you cause, it might turn out not to be.
They won't be the same for everyone with all sincerity.

What a time it is that we live in
With goodness consistently in conflict with errant sin.
Certainly with certainty, we will muddle through.
But until then, will a sense of humor do?

Somebody tells me that we live in an age of confusion,
When everyone is using their own illusions.
Common sense has met a slammed door,
And looking for the simple solution can't compete anymore.

(c) December 31, 2025    Michael Doyle
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