Thank God There's Nothing Bigger Going On

The headline isn’t much, nor is the piece,
Nor any of the few predicting thoughts
Surrounding the conclusion, like the dots
Surrounding any picture, a release
Of fear that you were reading in a bit
And little more than may have been your due.
The dots may make a picture, it is true,
Or but a Rorschach Test.  Now I’ll admit
The evidence is grim, if you are one
Who’s working for the president, in hope
That he’ll be re-elected, but a cop-/ing
Mechanism humans share is none-/theless
A present element in any race:
Assume predictions for to set the pace.