The day I realized I was getting older
was a Sunday
I’d been up since before
0700
the sun was getting up, too
I was making my second cup of coffee
a couple hours later
when I realized
that I hadn’t turned on the news
no Sunday Morning
with Charles Kurault
or that other guy
who took his place
no Melissa or George or
Christiana Amanpour
Jus’ me and the critters
an email or two with my best friend
and a second cup of coffee.
Don’t need no news.
Don’t need no fuckin’ badges neither.
It’s the same shit
different day
And I intend to spend mine
differently
today.
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