an hour
at six o'clock,
is now every minute
of so called
breaking news.
which isn't
news at all.
it's whining, crying, sobbing.
a boat load of
men and women
in fine
clothing,
dresses
and suits, with coifed hair,
and air
brushed faces
to make us like them more
than they
deserve.
bright eyed and busy tails
with good
teeth.
who cares?
go one day,
one hour without their voices
in your head
trying persuade
you one way or the other
as to which side is the best
and you'll be fine.
more relaxed.
more
calm and at peace with the world.
click off
and close your eyes.
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