Reading the paper
every morning
along with a cup of coffee
to fire up the soul
It’s faltering
in the screen
the news is usually bad
that’s all I need to hear
is just how bad
it has gotten
by this point
It’s getting pretty ugly
There’s a lot more
chattering gone down the pipe
bursts of sudden brilliance
in redundant contradiction
with a kick in the ass
to spur me to new heights