Alas. Alas. Alas.

Alas.
Alas.
Alas.
I check the news
Every morning to see
Is it safe to get up?
Who won the Golden Globes?
Do I agree?
Does it matter?
From where did this cynic
Arise?
Alas.
Alas.
Alas.
I write nothing
About the Golden Globes.
Except this.
I am amazed it made its way
Into this poem
Alas.
Alas.
Alas.