Red Top Reality
There it is, the headline that kills
the truth in four column inches.
More pictures on page two
(**** opposite)
Perverts and politicians beware,
the righteous curers of all public ills
have you in their telephoto sights
(Privacy not an option)
You're not a politician or a pervert?
What's the difference?
It's dirt, that's all that counts
(Take the money and run)
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