#100hardtruths

No News is Good News

I had my face pressed up so hard
against the glass
my nose spread across my face
like wings
I was trying catch a glimpse
of a dead body on the newsroom floor
the one from this morning
or perhaps the one from the day before
Couldn’t find one tho’
Somehow no news is good news
They said
“You won’t find it there
only by the candle light vigil
adjacent to the corner store
by way of the shrieking mother”
then I started thinking
about how the rotting flesh would stink up the place
and maybe one of them would vomit on live T.V.
like any other day
I asked the mother if that’s what she wanted
She replied,
“No news has ever been good news”
Not here, I thought
especially not here
I turned on the radio
hoping to escape on the radio waves
listen to a story or two
instead I heard the ramblings of an indignant man
What a lousy host
Is no news good news?
I called in immediately
got put on hold
so I counted all the money I had in my pocket
he answered and I said
“I have 22 dollars
and I’ll give you each one
to stop all that damn
rabid
foamy-mouth
sobbing”
That day I found out
That no news really is good news

This poem is a response to hardtruth #57:

#57, most Americans may conclude he’s a fake president

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