This morning,

while searching for an anchor,

the headline flashed,

flooding the screen,



"From War head

to missile toe".



Sound bite size.

A perfect snack.

From magazines

to clips,

bombast

to bomb blasts

and back.



It's almost 6,

time for work,

I watch pressed suits and wrinkled faces

continue their attack.



             "Just-us against the world!?"



I can't stand the new supervisor at the job.



                     "_.Coup, wait?!"



New management is sure to mean new layoffs.



                      "It' s a damn lie!"



I think I'll call in sick

and go back to bed.