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Mrs. Media

When citizen crimes decrease she tends to increase Mrs. Media becomes obese in feeding you her piece She wants you to fear Because if you weren’t afraid she might shed a tear And you might recognize her breast fed lies that she’s supplied You might question the government’s depravity Or read a book and realize America has a seious cavity Created by sweet lies, decriminalized by the authority How could this happen, well majority were focused on priority Ms. Media told them how to live, how to give, and what to say Told them what issues were important and a cavity was least of worries throughout the day No one question Mrs. Media they all just said ok Now look were all the robots stand today The people: “Mrs. Media say it ain’t so?” Mrs. Media: “shut up, watch tv, and believe, I run things now” The people: “ok"

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 2/14/2009 4:22:00 PM
James, although I was a reporter for many years, I know exactly what you mean. This great poem is reminiscent of Don Henley's song, "Dirty Laundry." I was a broadcaster when it came out, but ironically all of the members of the Capital Press Corps loved it! Thanks for you kind words on "Into the Weeds." Best wishes, Carolyn
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Date: 2/10/2009 5:19:00 AM
it's exactly what I believe..:) Nice write
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Date: 2/10/2009 3:06:00 AM
I could not agree more! The media makes me sick, with their fear-mongering, where is all the GOOD, positive news??? It's there, they just choose to not report it - good news has become boring, sick really. well said, love, Kristin
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Date: 2/9/2009 9:30:00 PM
nice piece. . .love it!!. . . its a shame how the media runs things. . .
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Date: 2/9/2009 5:45:00 PM
Very creative piece James. I am with you in this piece..the media runs things and we are the puppets on the string..much love.
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