Shortages

There's a shortage of fertilizer
And cream cheese
And sailors up and down Mott street
And dim sum carts
On parade
And matinees
On Broadway today
There's a lack of regard for traffic laws
And the squeal of the engines is the loudest sound I heard this week
Until you sat at the kit and started pounding out a beat
But there's a shortage of cars, and chocolate bars
And batteries, and iodine
And hospital beds in the most fashionable hospitals
Nurses
But don't worry, the hospital's still profitable

There's a lack of ways left
To make any of this make sense

There's a shortage of toilet paper
And fucks to give
And listicles aren't fun
When there are so many fucking things we could list
There's a shortage of pickup basketball games
And community theater
Courtesy parking and
Charity functions
Overall clarity
Reasons to move basically

There's a lack of
Music festivals
And safe places to be
And a shortage of sightseers
And hiking boots
Touring opera singers
And red meat
And all the popular models of flashlight
And happy hours after work
And the most comfortable yoga pants
And smiles
Shipping containers
Nintendo Switch
Oxygen
Clear sky in the west
Unsalted butter and very large eggs

And there's a shortness of breath
There's a lack of mutual respect
There's a shortage of
Knowing what's next

There's a shortage of silicon
And a shortage of people
To go in the earth
To get at the metals
To make the computers freeze
And things just not being what they used to be
They tell us the same numbers jumbled again confusingly
Our friends who heard all the news today
But they
Have a shortage of things to say
That make you feel better
And I think
They're
the ones
hoarding bottled water

This is the end of my list
I've had enough of this shit
I quit