Another silent warning

Beeps its way through the radio,

Canned hope popping itself

To death, as it hears-

The evening news knows nothing

Of it as platinum blondes

And smiling balds

Tell of wars and the hike in prices

(Oil's gone up and the vice-president's

Been kidnapped. Again. But oh well.)

Only those few stray dogs,

And the aliens hovering beyond

Our satellite walls, they know.

And so, they grin.