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News Junky

by Glenn Currier

How sick
do you have to be
to count the minutes
till evening news shows
and then sit there for hours
having a shitbath in bad news
drug drug down vainly hoping
for a diamond in the coal mine
the electron screen cocaine dust
hooking the victim no less than cigs
gambling, sex, sweets or french fries
the hoped for salvation of stimulation
false hope disguised beguiling drowning
ending on the bottom lower than whale crap

Forgetting
what is
is

07/23/2009

Author's Note: With a bow to Charlie Morgan’s: “soup's on; only bones”

Posted on 07/23/2009
Copyright © 2025 Glenn Currier

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 07/23/09 at 05:29 PM

This one has some very interesting graphic decriptions- especially this line:"ending on the bottom lower than whale $#%@". wow. I enjoyed reading this amusing piece. It delivers....with a chuckle, even. Thanks for sharing. :)

Posted by Charlie Morgan on 07/23/09 at 10:24 PM

...firstly, i am not worthy, but i'm needful enough to take the kind bow...and yeah, is there anything specific you wanna say? nahhahahahahahaahha, this is stout bro. glenn...too cool, cuts to the quick with a cynical knife...

Posted by Ashok Sharda on 07/24/09 at 03:11 AM

Well, people know and have evolved numerous ways and methods to escape. As a matter of fact, they continue to evolve ways and methods without ever feeling the burden of life, switching on from one out dated method to a new one so as to not let the boredom of life sneak into the labyrinth of escape routes, catching them unawares. Interestingly, they have classified and gratified escape routes into less escapeous or more escapeous, applying their subjective concepts of good and bad, of exciting and boring and well, relatively justifiable meaning of life and what not.Besides, Mother Nature does it best to keep us in the momentum of happening, as we continue to keep on reacting to one external stimuli to another.Always want to be on the 'next'. To be in the 'what is' is pure being, we have forgotten.

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