with your morning brewing, 

elixir contained,

you search for a greeting 

from the world today

how will you be met?

crying children? 

falling towers?

perhaps the changing percentages?

bulls and bears

are going extinct!

aren’t we all?

but who knows what’s in those vials

that they’ve expedited

that we wouldn’t have needed

if it weren’t for those laboratories 

sticking their noses in everywhere

what are they searching for anyway?

is there even a point anymore?

meaningless grains of sand, right?

or something like that

but you have places to be 

your oyster awaits 

people are depending on you 

and you’re running late

but don’t just follow suit

for if you wear the tie too tight

it becomes a noose

so go seize the world

this chance won’t recur 

aim for the stars

and, before I forget, don’t look up 

the eight minutes

before the sun’s final flicker  

may have already begun 

disregard the falling rates

of demise 

the falling rates 

of those beneath the line

disregard the life outside

no matter how colourful 

disregard your comfort inside 

no matter how peaceful 

spread the word, 

we are the plague,

and if they protest

show them pictures of the world in distress

don’t let them speak 

they’ll scream obscenities

claiming,

“the world wasn’t quieter before

those absent from your place

would have died for survival 

and they did.” 

don’t listen 

the wrenching guilt in your gut 

don’t let it ease

the urge to revel 

don’t let it free

pick up the paper

un-wrinkle the pages

and wrinkle your brow 

has your coffee brewed?

good, now time for the world,

remember now,

fear sells the morning news