The Sky Is Falling, Frank
Just keep doing what you’re doing

the sky is falling, Frank don’t get off your couch, keep your hand in the bag of greasy chips
your kids are dying, Frank, no need to turn the TV off, there’ll be other chances to sow seeds
the earth is burning, Frank, it’s not your fault that the sun is getting bigger — there’ll be other planets
the gods are all pissed off, Frank, it’s not your problem, go back to watching your comedy
your country’s making bombs, Frank, you can protest for the exercise, maybe lose a bit of weight, but you won’t change anything
your blood pressure’s up, Frank, you’re stressed out and you’re eating too many fried treats, scale it back if you want
your plants look thirsty, Frank, you can water them later along with the rest of your aspirations
your boss is on the phone, Frank, put the phone on mute and finish writing your epic poem
there’s no food in the fridge, Frank, pick up the phone and order a pizza, but don’t make it a habit
the birds are shitting on your balcony, Frank, it’s time to stop feeding them
council rates are due, Frank, pay them next month — what are they going to do, arrest you?
Biden called Xi Jinping a dictator, Frank — time to find an underground bunker for a few years
does your apartment have fire insurance, Frank? the last blaze took out a thousand homes
the price of asparagus just went up, Frank — maybe it’s time to plant your own damn veggies
you just got a Black Friday notice, Frank — somebody thinks you have money to throw away
this poem is getting long, Frank — time to wind up, find a way to end it before bed time

© Carlo Zeno 2023
__________________
Thanks for reading, and thank you to the team at Blue Insights. Here are my latest two poems below in case you missed them:
