the dying world

you want a story, with a happy end
There are no happy ends,
but i’ve got pills to get you right.
It’s not a happy end,
the pills don’t care.
Really - the pills 
Do Not Care.

I know because
I’m sad because
the world is dying,
and they give me pills -
the same pills they give
to the people
who kill the world.

The pills
Do Not Care.

Like a sign on the subway:“Do Not Litter”,
the pills
Do Not Care.

On TV there’s an interview
with a man who purports to be
a Former Harsh Interrogator.
He got sad, couldn’t torture anymore
so they gave him the same pills
they gave me.
Now he’s OK because
he doesn’t care.

I think the dying world
deserves someone caring,
even if it kills me.