One For the Press

HEY! Tragedy Salesmen, Ambulance Chasers, Prostitutes seductively clad in the skins Of the victims you flayed On the altar you made of the First Amendment, I'm mad as Hell - Not Gonna Take It Anymore. Enough of the ratings bought With perfect smiles describing ruined lives, Any good news treated as No News, Fanning the bonfire of our fears From the safety of the skysuites! Oh, Danny-Boy, you perfection of arrogance, How much I'd Rather, more than anything, Come a-knocking one night at your dressing-room door Doing my best Jack Nicholson impression With fireax and eyes ablaze, Bursting in through the splinters unannounced To give you one Very Special interview: HEEEEEEEEEEEER'S - JOHNNY! Film at eleven.