they should have poets read the weather on the news

as the morning train departs the station,
time becomes matter moving 
in the direction of a low pressure system
called love's existentialist idiocy.

karma doesn't exist,
and tonight will be cold
no matter where you live,
because death is inevitable.

ignore the traffic on your commute,
because the rich get richer
and the poor still cling to umbrellas
as if the rain is what's worse. 

summer sucks,
despite what beer commercials tell you,
and life is only for laughter,
because it is the only honest emotional response to anything.