Crumpling Paper

Crumpling Paper By J.R.Wren Caw, Caw, the voice is rusty and the fry will always be true The crows don’t know a suit, a camera, nor a comma splice War Machine MSNBC has messy hair and forgot to tie their shoe Tariff money, the farmer’s due, and the Tycoon’s not calling it “nice.” “Don’t tell them that story yet; they won’t understand it. What’s the format today? Are we mixing in op eds with obituaries and news? We call it a ‘narrative’ today, and we look for the Monk to help us to land it.” Talking heads continue to spin, and War Machine still needs to tie that shoe. “Sit on the truth, till the snitching fox and voice-fried crow calls our hand” Crumpling paper says they do the same job -- same, same, like a clone’s clone “We don’t get leaks from the Deep, it’s all honest reporting we demand. Now report it before we get had!” And CNN is early at the driveway of Roger Stone Caw, caw, the voice is rusty and the fry will give a clue Salt of the Earth have spoken, and they leave the tabloids on the table Crumpling paper, and War Machine too, MSNBC, tie your shoe! The deep hates, just hates, that a new mind is the thing to make us stable And Foghorn will be red-faced again if they continue to ignore the Who Crumpled paper, stop telling us WHAT, and start thinking about us and the WHO!