Bad news, bad news!
The world is bad news
You say
But it just so happens
I am not of this world
So….buzz off
I hear (of) calamities
Real and unreal
Bold and emboldened
But I am not of this world
So…yeah
Your news arrives like a bad smell
Today I might step right over it
Yesterday I cleaned
Tomorrow I might disinfect
But I am not of this world
However.
Ugh.
Here I am, of-ing this world.
However-ing.
Here I am.
How?
Ever?
And,
How (to) ever?
Merci for the red, yellow, gold, brown
Yes to the crisp air of September
Yes to the promise of an end
Yes to going to bed and
Yes (to) waking again.
I am not of this world,
How-ever.
