New Poem:

Shanghai Smog

There is a man reporting on how bad the smog is in China.
He is saying,
“See, right there,
at the end of this street that you don’t see
is the second tallest building in China.”
I squint. . . I don’t see anything!
“In fact”, he’s saying,
“the smog is so bad,
I’m actually standing right here in front of this camera,
so you wouldn’t have seen the building anyway,
but you can’t even see me!”
This guy is good!

Then he says, “Watch this.”
He says,
“Now, I’m taking off my pants.”
The smog is so bad,
I can’t see his naked white legs
(Even though I don’t want to!)
shivering in that Shanghai smog.
Then he says, “Now I’m going to take a deep breath
so this smog can kill me.
. . .Because I hate myself,
I hate my job
and my girl friend told me to go (beeep) myself.”
There is all this hacking
and gagging. 30 seconds later
dead silence.
That’s what I call smog!