Fake News
The News is my woman
I hate her for sough
She lies to the wind dough
and fakes what she'll guff
She's proud of a lege_up
and drowned for a britch
She's bred for a bastard
and brash as a bitzch
She's faulky and nasty
and bled to stitch
She's heddy disgraceful
and reft for a ditch
She's all of the words
I lied for a heart
When all the the times
were fake and apart
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2019
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