News sites have become
a one-trick pony.
My friend in California
read The Big One’s
Coming Soon—Here’s
Why
causing her to
toss her Dodgers’ tix:
front row, behind-the-
fucking plate,
and who wouldn’t
want the reason that
any moment now,
the concrete
will be cascading
on their skull?
New Yorkers fare
no better: Rats Are
Winning the War
Inside Our Sewers—
Here’s Why
as if the cause
will bring some comfort,
the pâtisserie on
Madison Ave—breathing a
bated sigh of much relief,
knowing the basis
why the vermin
are suddenly baked into
their scones, nibbling all the
seeds from every bagel,
their droppings
resembling pepper
juiced on steroids.
And it never-ever ends:
This Summer Will Sear Us
All—Here’s Why
Trump Will Be Suspending
the Constitution—Here’s Why
The World Will End
Tomorrow—Here’s Why
My dear, headline
editor, I appreciate
your paper
needs the views,
that you’re dependent
on our black cat
curiosity, our hanging
on your why
like it’s the bottom of the
ninth—bases loaded,
full count,
the reliever with only
one pitch in his arsenal,
locked into his windup
like it’s the final thing on
earth he’ll ever throw.
Andreas Gripp
February 19, 2025
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