When I Choose a Book
by Bob Grant
The spill in the gulf is killing the fish,
To destroy all of us some others wish.
The stocks are all down and banks seem to fail,
We fear for our travel on planes or on rail.
The globe is now warming or all just a scam,
Is Congress for us or don’t give a damn?
No cure for some ills that strikes any time,
The news is all filled with mayhem and crime.
Our borders are busting with unwanted guests,
Our cities are crawling with rodents and pests.
When I Choose a Book – my money I’m spending,
I look at the back – I crave happy endings.