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Newspaper Reader

I am afraid I shun the news
And even editorial views
On subsidies, on strikes, and on atomics;
And I skip the page of fads,
Ruffling quickly through the ads
To stop at what I understand–the comics.

by Ray Romine Friday, June 23, 1950

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Complaint To Certain Journalists

I haven’t cause to hate, I know,
Your helpful articles that show
The dangers in the commonplace
That menace all the human race.

They tell how harmful sun’s rays are;
They’d steer me clear of friendly bar;
They tell me I won’t be here long
Because the shoes I wear are wrong;
I’m warned away fron cigarettes,
Dogs and cats and other pets.
A Christmas tree is but a medley
Of everything considered deadly;
Fumes from ill-stored gasoline
May take me where I haven’t been;
Each extension cord, if frayed,
Is cause for one to be dismayed;
And even dust–it will erode,
Carry microbes, and explode.

Now you have listed thus and so,
Please take your articles and blow;
I’ll run my risks, and so be spared
My living always two-thirds scared!

by Ray Romine Sunday, November 4, 1951