The News Cycle
News spins around my head.
Killings, a brave puppy dog
saving a kitten,
rape & heroic deeds
done by cop and villain.
October surprises loom,
we are led by the nose
to suppose
he lied
or tried hard to tell the truth.
Forgive me for asking
but can the news cycle
get a puncture just once.
Blow me down
with a killer clown,
shock the horror
let the cat out
of its peekaboo bag.
Take a knee,
rest and drop -
that smoking gun is a prop
cool the hot-cross bun some.
Mute the chattering
media flunky's.
Not news is good
for news junkies,
yet bad stuff happens
and we must all chase it,
run it down
and claim the day
as if we owned it.
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