A Blue Wave New Wave New Age Tsunami, by Eric Din

“Here’s a new one I whipped up to celebrate our successful efforts leading up to and in this extraordinary week. I think I’ll do a version with music soon too, but I dig it solo acapella like this, so decided to publish right away. A beet poem, if you will. A Blue Wave New Wave New Age Tsunami.”
-Eric Din

It’s a blue wave new wave new age Tsunami

Blue wave, blue ripples, blue on the horizon
New blue, youth blue
Blue them away
Cos it’s a blue wave new age blue wave Bluenami

New day, new deed
No need to despair, Mommy
Cos it’s a blue wave blue age new wave Tsunami

Feel better ’bout humanity
The people really care, Tommy
And it’s a blue wave new wave new age Tsunami

We surfin’ on this Kelvin, yo
Its power wide and deep
A blue wave new for real avalanchy Bluenami

It flows right from the people when they woke and not asleep
It’s a blue wave new wave new age Tsunami

Blue them away, Swami
Save the day, Cap’n
On a blue wave new age new wave Tsunami

Bluenami surf’s up
Twangin’ blue, sangin’ you,
Better have a wetsuit
Under the blue wave new age new wave Tsunami

Hip-hip hooray, Bobby
We lobby for the unprecedented Bluenami whammy
Throw the bums out
Wash them like El Niño
In an historic Bluenami Snoopy-dancey romp

released November 6, 2026
© 2026 Eric Roy Dinwiddie

“Belligerent Brain Pudding Surprise” single by Eric Din

Din’s Beet Poetry expeditions continue with this timely observation complete with organic bongos.  We include the lyrics below, for careful academic scrutiny. Beet Poetry is described by scholars as Beat Poetry only with vegetables. Everything exactly makes sense. Carpe Diem.

Belligerent brain pudding surprise
Abrupt and total demise
Cataclysmic crowd-sourced self-own
Buyers remorse, better luck next time
Belligerent brain pudding surprise
Reality, truth, are words no more
Deep fake fuckery, soft and buttery
Mmm, I’ll try!
Belligerent brain butter surprise
How many fucks does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
Why did the chickens cross the aisle?

All the little fascist pigs (bong bong)
On the morning talk shows (bong bong bong bong)

Eating their young in a carnival orgy
Carnivores carney big tent cave-in
Nothing means anything
Meaning is not a thing
It was in previous centuries
Belligerent brain pudding surprise
Glean from this what you may surmise
All is lost now, that is the prize
Congratulations, be on your way

All the liberal jellyfish (bong bong)
Slurping corporate money (bong bong bong bong)

Belligerent brain pudding surprise
Our best don’t want to run for office
I asked some of them, they just scoff
I understand, for me it’s off
Sign petitions, yell at the street
In my blogs and songs I bleat
Supporting lesser evils
This is better because they’re lesser evils
Maybe write it down
Learn the lesson for next time?
I’d also like a pony
Belligerent brain pudding surprise
Oh well, whatever never mind
Mind the bollocks in the bunkers under Motel California

And if this don’t make much sense (bong bong)
It is not supposed to (bong bong bong bong)

Ask Margot Robbie in a bubble bath
She is the best explainer

© 2025 Eric Roy Dinwiddie
King Roy Music, BMI

Din’s Beet Poetry Primer is on all the THINGS!

Gadzooks. What’s Din got ‘imself into now? He invented Beet Poetry. It’s like Beat Poetry only with more vegetables. In any case, it’s on Bandcamp –

and a bevy of streaming apparatuses, conveniently accessible from here:

https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/ericdin/sideways-ep-a-beet-poetry-debacle