Your voice tells me this situation's grave
That I may not come out of this alive
But gives me hope that, if I stay your slave,
Your next reports will help me to survive
"Keep watching", it says, "Or you do risk death
From virus, guns and floods and cosmic rays
Keep watching, like you watch your baby's breath
For if you don't she could run out of days"
You gaze with sympathetic cow-like eyes
To make me feel there's nothing can be done
Or only you can stop the bad surprise
Which, though it's vague, is coming at a run
I don't believe your urgent act is true
I hope you choke on your own endless spew