The Newspaper
The newspaper came at 2:30 am,
tonight.
Yesterday,
it didn’t come at all.
I’d complain
if I only knew who to.
or if I cared enough in the end.
There is always more paper than I can read.
I end up putting the rest in the recycling bin
without having the decency to at least give it all a cursory glance over beforehand.
What can I say,
I’m a front page and Op-Ed section kind of guy.
November 15th, 2007 at 10:39 am
there’s the fourth estate
and the Oregonian
birds won’t shit on it
November 16th, 2007 at 8:46 am
It’s wrong.
WRONG!
To have a newspaper poem
that doesn’t mention
the Funnies.