News charges forwardlike the kind of trainthat encourages countingwhile we waitbehind flashing barriers,shelters all the hobosand intellectuals,expects us to keep updespite its desperate rushtoward the damselapproaching the tracks ahead,anticipates everythingexcept the cunning of womenwho have held too muchfor long enoughand are done with all of it,who are ready to wield powerlike never before,who are ready to strike outand torque that trainright the hell off its tracksbefore we have the chance to sayI think I read that somewhere,maybe in yesterday’s news
Brendan asked the Real Toads to opine in verse about The News.