Breakfast time, watch the news.
Pictures before my eyes, abused.

A baby thrown across the room,
by a 16 year old boy, here comes gloom.

A woman kidnapped another's cat.
Threatened by voice mail, think of that.

Gas is up, stocks are down,
jobs are lost, smiles are frowns.

Fires burning out of control,
results of Obama's latest poll.

With a click I turn it off.
Now my head hurts, I've gone soft.

Tommrow I'll breakfast with nature instead.
At least it will not hurt my head.