A group poetry therapy session?

There is so much suffering and sadness here on PITT and we all need a break. I suggest a group poetry therapy session. How about remaking our favorite songs and poems to let out our pain and rage? Put'em in the comments. Write them in separate articles. Do your best. Do your worst. Don't hold back. 

I am nobody's poet, but I can start with one of my favorite oldie but goodie songs—Jack and Diane.   

Little ditty about Jackie - Diane

An American kid growing in the Transland

Jackie's gonna be a man and a dad

Diane is not here, that name is dead

Sucking on a vape

In his room all alone

A plush shark on her lap,

Jack’s feeling quite grown

Mom calls out, “hey Diane

Put down your phone

Come to the kitchen”

Jack lets out a groan

Say a

Oh yeah, trans goes on

Long after the thrill of pretending is gone

Say a

Oh yeah, trans goes on

Long after the thrill of pretending is gone

Jackie sits up

Collects her rage for a moment

Puts on his binder

And does her best James Dean

“mom, I'm Jack, we both know it”

Mom says, “baby,

You don’t know nuth-in”

Jackie, say-a

Oh yeah, trans goes on

Long after the thrill of pretending is gone

Say a

Oh yeah, trans goes on

Long after the thrill of pretending is gone

Oh, let it rock, let it roll
Don’t let the wokeness belt choke your soul
Hold on to your children as long as you can
Change is coming 'round real soon

Turning girls into men

Oh yeah, trans goes on

Long after the thrill of pretending is gone

Say a

Oh yeah, trans goes on

Long after the thrill of pretending is gone

A little ditty 'bout Jackie - Diane

An American kid with a desperate plan.