The Six O’clock Frenzy
It seems that our expectation,
of just how everything should be.
Does not come from experience,
but what they show us on TV.
The news reporters are scrambling,
to find anyone they can blame.
Instead of telling what happened,
they’ll play manipulation games.
They’re looking for the big bombshell,
willing to do what it might take.
To get their show the highest rates,
no one cares if it’s real or fake.
They’ve made a new reality,
must be true if it can be seen.
In full color High-Def broadcast,
across our small video screens.
But if we’d pay less attention,
to the bull crap that they’re giving.
Then maybe we just might find out,
life without them is worth living.
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