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.