In the darkness before the folderol starts, I sit beside the dog
(Who sleeps) and look at things with little meaning. What foods
Are on sale this week? How'd the football games turn out?
Of course, the folderol's at hand already. I could brush away
The things that I am looking at to face it now, but why? I cannot
Bring the foods I see, on sale or not, to those who need them,
Cannot exact retribution on the nation's leaders as they maim
And murder, bully, jail, and broadly denigrate those who can't
Shower them with cash. Such thoughts are worth putting off.
For now, I'll check the football scores and pet the sleeping dog.