The Bad Guys Are Stealing Part of Someone’s Brain Again

This poem comes with a lighted magnifying glass
Although I keep holding it over the wrong text
I look at the New York Times to find
They don’t know what is happening either
I look into the history of my country
And I find lies and the babble of tangled tongues
I look into the TV schedule and I get a headache again
I look into my journal, only to be embarrassed by my narcissism
I look into my computer only to find my spellchecker
Can’t support English English
But I am lucky to have such a fine instrument
I will never need to go to sleep

Leaving me the work

Immersed in night noise
Torn into
What makes itself heard
Beyond my voice

Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 07/20/2011 02:49AM by petersz.

Given the current political climate, Peter the following lines are very apropos:

I look into the history of my country
And I find lies and the babble of tangled tongues

Les

Thanks, Les. I do feel miserable these days every time I read the news. You know, like the Beatles said: "I read the news today, o boy...'

amo et avanti,

Peter

btw, I was watching 'Fringe' on the tele when I wrote this...hence, the title.