This is a coolly observational piece about why it is that we all revel in bad news. It's because of our simian ancestry.
Pithy is what I am aiming for here. Patterjack wanted me to write something with passion in it. Sorry, Brian, this is not it.
MONKEYS
The happy monkeys in the trees
have nothing much to say.
They hang around just as they please
and eat, and groom, and play.
But when the tiger’s on the prowl
just hear the monkeys whoop!
They squeal and thump their chests and howl
to warn the monkey troupe.
And this evolved with humans too
that good news is no news,
but when the worst hoves into view
cacophony ensues.
Global warming, bird flu scares
obesity, inflation,
recession, gun crime, falling shares
house prices, immigration.
The tabloid paper’s headline screams
TV is disconcerted
but nine times out of ten it seems
disaster is averted.
We listen most to those who make
believe the sky will fall;
and those who howl for ratings’ sake
make monkeys of us all.