Bad news by Grant Harbison

I know you love my hair

And I’m sure you love my teeth

But I bet you’d like to know what lies underneath

Should I give you a clue?

After all it’s only you

I love my life and I love my power

I feel it surge during my morning shower

I love my job and hope for a death

I always hope it’s gruesome so that I can gasp for breath

Now don’t get upset

I don’t need any blues

I’m just a reporter for the TV news