George Is Still Dead
The media likes nothing more
than a white rogue cop
and desperate black neck skin
followed by a good old-fashioned race riot
to ignite ratings
secure their jobs for a millennium,
more views
higher ratings
more ad revenue
play it twenty-four seven
fan the flames
blaze it into our heads
and so, the cycle continues...
When was the last time you saw a good cop story
with a happy ending?
there are millions of them-
The media doesn't give it airtime
because nobody cares to listen.
It does nothing for ratings
it's a back page cobweb in the making
no views-no ad revenue
only crickets from the city thicket
doesn't fit the narrative-
Media loves our misery
misery loves company
and we have plenty of it.
We're being played like an old blues guitar
the media butters their bread
with black and white blood
we're being played like an old blues guitar
by a green-eyed media...
and George is still dead.
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