"Nightly" or "Evening," I watch every day,
Wondering what more of the world's blown away.
Have more heroes, villains or victims bit dust?
What chance exists that my own hair get mussed?
For I do like my 'do all shiny and trim,
That it may give appeal to yon seraphim.
But in truth my concern is fair plain enough.
Though not being ISIL or Al Gore-type stuff.
Nor is it Qaeda, Ted Cruz or Jeb Bush,
Nor hairy great debts to the brink that us push.
Really what weighs on my thoughts like a canker,
Are those sturdy voices known as "the anchor."