If you can't say something nice, say something surreal.

When I sit back and look at the world today,
Sometimes I feel that I just have to say,

There's no earthly way of knowing
Which direction we are going.
There's no knowing where we're rowing
Or which way the river's flowing.
Is it raining?
Is it snowing?
Is a hurricane a blowing?
Not a speck of light is showing
so the danger must be growing.
Are the fires of hell a glowing?
Is the grisly reaper mowing?
Yes!
The danger must be growing
For the rowers keep on rowing.
And they're certainly not showing
any signs that they are slowing!