The six o’clock news hums in the background
With miles of numbers and a ton of stats
Warheads are piling up like forgotten debts
No need to worry ’bout the crime and the rats
I should be talking to someone who laughs
It’s a paranoid mile of fear in my eyes
Scared faces stop me from talking to girls
While a billion Chinese are stuck in overdrive
Those billions of people I will never meet
I clean my room and stare at the ceiling
World War Three stares right back at me
And the six o’clock news knows how I’m feeling
I took the lyrics from the Minutemen’s Paranoid Chant and asked AI to rearrange them into another poem and after some revision, it spat out some interesting non-rhyming phrases and I then mixed in the original with this to come up with this new poem. The theme is the same as the original and considering it is from 40 years ago, sadly still relevant.
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