Dick Tracy by Mike Curtis and Charles Ettinger for December 13, 2010

Déjà vu strikes deep Into my minds it does creep Last week has come and gone And we are treated to the same old song Though things have been changed It remains the work of the deranged Continuity is just a word Whose use here is most absurd I feel like I’m in a Python sketch Though the simile may be a stretch Repetition is the rule of the day As Locher collects his pay Froggy, with his mask so short Causes in me a derisive snort The cops badge looks like a ghost Is it any wonder the strip is toast How much more can I endure Before I wind up in the stir Closer I come to my breaking point Lord, I wish I had a joint.