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The pictures on the front page of the paper on my table
Every morning look so haunting
Earthquakes, tsunamis, radiation in Japan
These disasters are just too daunting
It's a wee bit much to handle
Before I've had my morning coffee
I need to warm up my brain
With some news that's not as lofty
So I turn my attention to that easy little section
Called "Style" in the middle
I read my horoscope, snicker, turn a page
And try to solve the daily riddle
I laugh at the comics, follow gossip, entertainment
And get some good advice
I even get a hint from Heloise
On how to cook my rice
So please forgive me if you see me
at the market
And it's quarter after two
And you ask me what I think about
the state of world
And I don't have a clue
It's not that I don't care about
what's happening out there
It's just that I can't deal
With too much information in the morning so
I read the headlines
After my evening meal!
submitted for Think Tank Thursday #43 at Poets United
