Perhaps we should stab an evil person
and then go to a church or temple or mosque
and ask one of the holy people we find there
to excuse our behavior based on the idea
that it was the knife's fault.
Probably we should stare at clouds instead
and tell each other which dead president
or extinct species of beetle
that one over there looks like. No,
the other one. The other other one.
Reading the news these days
make me want to put my head
under a lawnmower for the peace and quiet.
Also a bit of the suicide
would be nice. Just a dab.
I don't really want to die
with my boots on. First
I'd have to buy some boots and second
I'd have to go to the boot store
to buy some boots and third  
I'd have to buy a horse to go with the boots
and I don't have enough room
for my depression as it is, let alone
my depression on top of a horse. Evil people
doing evil things. Maybe what I meant to say
is we should stab an evil person
with the stuffed bear they were probably denied
as a child. Whatever. We have to try something
don't we, to make this a better world?
Not a batter world, not a bitter world,
not a butter world, although I can see merits
in all of those. A better world. And no,
not a world where you can bet
whenever you want on whatever you want,
though we seem to be going down that road.
Vegas will let you slap dough down
on anything, even the when and how
of the apocalypse, though not the why.
There's no mystery to the why: because.
And what would a better world look like?
That's easy: different.