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.
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