bad news

I woke up to bad news
it was waiting there for me
buried in text messages
for waking eyes to see
before my morning coffee
before my brain could move
I was attacked by bad news
there was nothing I could do

except take care of taking care
of who I am and what I do
I look at my misfortune
and say "who the fuck are you
to tell me how to live my life
when I could be having fun"
bad news looked at me and said
"your problem's just begun"

"not a chance" I shouted
to whoever could hear
I looked at bad news and said
"you're going to disappear"
and then I solved my problem
and went along my way
bad news don't mean nothing
when there's nothing it can say