Some/News

Cigarette ash on the sports page—some guy lost his fight
Anchor’s voice like a rusted tap, dripping through the night
Coffee’s cold, the headline’s bold: “World’s Still Burning Bright”
I flip the page, find a dog’s found—small win, alright

No heroes here, just folks with tired shoes
A waitress’ tip, a kid’s first bruise
News ain’t pretty, ain’t supposed to be
Just life’s raw edge, staring back at me

Some news—scuffed, like a bar stool’s seat
Some news—bleeds, no band-aid to beat
A line of ink, a broken think, a “better luck next week”
That’s the stuff that sticks, when the world’s being weak

Stock market’s down, some politician lied again
Old man died alone—neighbors didn’t know his name
Weatherman says rain, but the sky’s just plain damn gray
I crumple the page, light another smoke—same old day

No halos here, just sweat and worn-out dreams
A bum’s last dime, a couple’s silent screams
News ain’t sweet, ain’t meant to please
Just life’s rough hand, shaking yours to tease

Some news—scuffed, like a bar stool’s seat
Some news—bleeds, no band-aid to beat
A line of ink, a broken think, a “better luck next week”
That’s the stuff that sticks, when the world’s being weak

Toss the paper in the bin—tomorrow’s got new dirt
Some news is just life, doing its dirty work
Ain’t pretty, ain’t kind, but it’s the real damn deal
Better than the lies they feed you, with a fake damn seal