Dish It
Oh, they love to spin it.
On prime time and live.
And lie by omission.
Hidden agenda, which side
A new Special Edition
will come on at nine.
Oh, they love to spin it.
Nights in prime time.
Don't care about that.
it's not a news flash.
Get the new body count.
With numbers to flout.
Give us a huge tragedy.
And fly our copter out.
Land there on the scene
Where viewers see them bleed.
Oh, they love to Dish It.
each day at noon.
You know it's a lie.
They all swear it's true.
Given enough time.
We'll Convince the fools.
Oh, they love to dish it.
Scoop stew at noon.
Copyright © R J. Elless | Year Posted 2023
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