Clairvoyant only on a good day

When the fog rolls in by the coast,
and the tide is low
I find myself by the seashore
thinking about my chances
of survival, my overall health,
my general condition at hand
And world politics, on into the
near future maybe a couple
of days ahead of the
Secretary-General of The United Nations,
And ring ring, goes my cell phone,

What's up doc, Guterres bellows
like a whale,
And I smile, then I think,
before I say, Antonio, the world's
a total mess, we got to talk
soon, maybe tomorrow
but not today, because
today is a good day,
and today, I feel like writing
stupid poetry.

Okay, he says.
The world can wait.
How's the surf, he asks,
Man, it's way too foggy to say
Antonio, but you know me,
I kind of like it this way.