Npr Poems - Poems about Npr

Entertainment on TV Or radio depends On funding from the government Or ads for private ends. Both PBS and NPR,* With Public in each name, Provide such joy for tuners-in, With years of much acclaim. From children’s shows to orchestras To journalists with news, The varied offerings present A host of different views. Yet now an order has been signed - I’ll let you guess by...

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How dare you I thought to the questioner Out of bounds The NPR reporter asks Annie Clark aka St. Vincent Are you, are you, you know ok? Referencing her latest song Smoking Section Ok so maybe she takes pills I don’t know Lives on the stage Of bravery or depravity but it’s just a way It’s ok Like as Robert Plant once said in...

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Hands across the pond to the NPR, When you give power to the truth It's a beacon from afar, We've got a message from the UK Coming at you, forsooth, So now feel me when I say, From the Morning Edition Get Embedded every day, When All Things Are Considered, We need to hear what you've go to say, Keep the Tiny Desk running hot, Got...

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Behind the Scene at NPR On the roof again A code we send out every now and then When someone’s life is almost near the end We say that he is on the roof again On the roof again Let’s start writing bout our sickly friend Who’s life has almost gone around the bend A bio for who’s on the roof again On the...

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Dear Lady, I heard you say that you still trust President Trump to do almost as good a job as he says he is doing, despite all the lies, because "they all do that", just say whatever the audience of the moment would most like to hear. Really? I believe Abraham Lincoln, our first Republican President, would be surprised to hear his Gettysburg Address was...

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