Sunday Times

Well, I'm trying to read my Sunday Times; it costs a

nickel & 12 dimes

I bought it late Saturday night; I've almost finished

but not quite

It weighed a ton it seemed to me that each one of them

must take a tree to

make

& also, I should think, it takes about a gallon of ink

Right off the bat in Section One: who, when, where, how

& what got done

The outlook's bleak, it's clear to see; Section 1

depresses me

All the heavy duty news; it gives you the over-informed

blues

& I'm so relieved when 1's all through; thumb through

1, get on to 2

Now I'm a show-biz kinda guy; the business is my life &

that's no lie

2's one of my favorite parts: Entertainment & Leisure

Arts

Which movie's great, which Broadway play; exclamation

points the way

The next time that things get this great is Sports way

up in Section Eight

I hoist the Times into my lap & take some time to heave

some crap

I guess some guys dig Section 3 but Business bores the

pants off me

If you want boring, here's a chore: Week in Review,

that Section 4

& who in the hell wants a review? Once was enough for

me, thank you

After 3 & 4 it's clear you want to get away from here

Escape to somewhere & you'll try; it's time to Travel;

Section 5

Guatamala's always quaint although the right-wing death

squads ain't

Satanic cults down the block; better stay at home,

escape culture shock

The Magazine is Section 6 with food & wine, full-color

pics

So sexy that you gotta stare at all the advertisements

in there

So glossy that the pages stick; flipping one at a

time's a trick

The crossword will keep you up late; & it's camp if

your kids are overweight

Section7, Book Review; it comes with me into the loo

The TV section; that's 11; naturally that goes with 7

7, 11, that's it; I read them there when 'ere I sit &

read

8 reviews of those who write; leads one to think that

one day one might

You need a job? That's Section 9. You're not jobless?

Hey, that's fine

Section 10 is Real Estate. You're not homeless? Hey,

that's great

This town is so strange; in this town life's subject to

change

What goes up comes down again. Hold on to 9, hold on to

10

Well, it's Tuesday & I'm still not done with Sunday's

Times, son of a gun

Monday & Tuesday's still unread; I could have read War

& Peace instead

A great relief I do not doubt when it's time to throw

all of these Times out

Tomorrow I'll buy Wednesday's Times; it's just one

nickel.just one

nickel.just one nickel & three dimes