The T. V. shouts of doom and gloom,
Sealed with my fears in this rather bleak room
Outside these walls is painted in black,
If I step out there I ain’t coming back
That’s if you believe the screaming talking heads
Who warn of disaster, who warn of the dreads
That await us outside, best shelter in place,
And get some duct tape to cover your face
Hermetically seal your life, of people be wary,
They’ve certainly got it, the world has gone scary
Paranoia is in charge, and beamed from CNN,
Will our lives ever be the same again?
I know what they’re doing but I too fall prey
To megaphone disaster they shout day after day
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- What can I say other than I know, and I'm currently in therapy