Blood on the streets, all the camera cars start to roll News casters put on their makeup and checkout their notes News stations chuckle with glee They know if it bleeds it will lead Directors phone up their mates for a quote And fake moral outrage live on tee vee It’s their lead story today More bloodshed tomorrow
Payed experts speculate wildly, over what can it all mean Nothing is happening, but our reporter is live at the scene So they roll a video tape Of a dead body under a coat Presenters show insincere sorrow Producers secretly gloat It’s the lead story today More bloodshed tomorrow
The Camera cars all packed up, have now gone away So we’ll take some time and tell you what else happened today We’ve a story of a skateboarding cat To prove the world isn't so grim Then we will go over to the weather, As we wait for the next death to come in That was our lead story today And we’ll have more bloodshed tomorrow
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Posted: Jun 2016
About this poem:
My take on News stations, they are like vultures looking for a corpse