Killing Time (Millenium Poem)

A man strolls past the town hall wearing a sandwich-board for a coat, and it ain't for the next closing-down sale, or the time of the next coach,

and it ain't for the price of a fake tan
or bringing the government down,
or happy hour, or two-for-one,
or the circus coming to town,

or a secret truth that God knows,
or the end of the world being nigh,
it says NO NEWS IS GOOD NEWS
but it don't say why.

From Killing Time