This Night's News
Many more die on this night’s news
Brought to you by round-the-clock crews
“Natural” disasters, floods, bombs, pain
Edited and angled in a sixty second frame
It is just a snap shot
Taken from the sky
The speakers rush behind their desks
No time to ask them why
Watch our biggest blunders
waltzed across our face
And as the world keeps spinning
The faults quicken their pace
To fall, us all,
Into the ocean –adrift
The end of an era
Over, swift.
Welcome to Jonestown
Have something to eat
Here, drink your poison
Here, you will sleep
Messes we do pile
Solutions we do lack
Things we thought we’d buried
Come to haunt us back
Humanity seems horrid!
Someone get a broom!
We let the cat out of the bag
An elephant’s in the room
It should send us a signal,
Like a satellite
The little things we do today
Will hit us tomorrow night
We should send a signal
to the satellite
With the
little things we do today.
©SirBarrett 2007
Poetry
posted by sirbarrett at 2:17 p.m.
7 Comments:
very nice.
scary and horrid, but nice.
love your writing, as always.
peace little brother.
(ps the people with signs were NOT farmers, i love the farmers, that's why i support them and buy ontario produce from THEM, they were from a far away country...i'll explain when/if i see you) xo
Got the bubble-headed bleach blonde
comes on at five
she can tell you 'bout the plane crash
with a gleam in her eye
it's interesting when people die
give us dirty laundry
Look at MR trying to top Sir B.
How daring on Sir B.'s blog!
a little smile.
a lot of musing.
good stuff this.
great poem. my first reaction, "oh, wow!" :)
fuck, barrette, i like this, i like this a lot.
:)
\m/
Excellently done. The work of a true craftsman
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