  Truman and Sterling "Cheer up... It'll get worse. " He's the lead, he should know these things, such perky banter, and I'm listening, listening to the overlays like hours in the day expanding into the dark with no way to and fro.. It's dangerous out there at night, just last Tuesday, a shooting right there on the corner, where I turn, at the corner where Regional appears in the distance... I wonder, which of the four corners heard the report first. A shot to ring just once, grazing the arm of the victim.
Still something to consider... "Oh cheer up, it'll get worse" (One aspect to this poem: There's someone where I work who does actually tell people that... at first, I thought he may have been kidding. But as time goes on, with more and more of these changes at work, I'm starting to wonder how much of a joke he really means it as. ) 
