The Press
Oh how you twist our words,
And have people perceive them different.
You get facts wrong, and seem as they are right.
You don’t fix them why should you?
You’re the press.
Papers, magazines, articles and more.
You change things to make them,
More interesting, exciting or innocent.
What about that one star?
She’s not bald, there is a picture
Right there and she has hair!
A sexual harassment case?
You make it sound like a drug bust.
What about Pluto? Its still a planet I promise.
Twisting and jumbling is your game.
A game that I wish to not play.
Copyright © Katareina Vincent | Year Posted 2011
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