Every
night it leads the same:
The
muggings, the murders,
The
scandals, the floods.
Tragedy
always the head of the game.
Quick
to the scene
At
the first sight of blood.
And
though the excuses
Might
be loose and lame
The
sponsors insist that they
Scrape
through the mud
To
find the despicable,
Drag
them to fame and
Drop
them on me with a
Thump
and a thud.
Now,
don’t get me wrong,
We
all must be informed
When
trouble surround us
We
need to be warned.
But
spare the sensations
When
you blow the horn
And
just give us facts
Without
all the forlorn.
Keep
me abreast, yes,
But
please, skip the ruse.
Otherwise,
I simply
Cannot
watch the news.
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