Image: ChatGPT but with a little human intervention
rinse days still thicket bomb fake criminal imagine foster lies sky sink
Stop The Presses!
Fear.
Anger.
Rinse.
Repeat.
The urgent thicket of breathless lies
Bomb threats! Bomb threats! – all supposed.
Criminal gangs, they’re black, case is closed
Questions are asked but no answers posed
Sources are quoted but not disclosed
Nothing they say is ever opposed
All seemingly pulled from cloudless skies.
Fear.
Anger.
Rinse.
Repeat.
No time is given to digest it
No chance to see it is empty swill,
No chance to process and distill
No time to reflect while sitting still
They urge you to take the offered pill
Fake news gives the greatest thrill—
They’ll destroy you if you contest it.
Fear.
Anger.
Rinse.
Repeat.
The cycles of the daily news
Spins around, ever and ever faster
But power and money are its master
They pretend to be a fair broadcaster
But dance the tune of their paymaster
Use a young and well-dressed newscaster
But replace the facts with slanted views
Fear.
Anger.
Rinse.
Repeat.
It’s hard to imagine they could sink down
To levels below where they currently sit.
But the moguls don’t care one little bit
If they fill the arena with mindless shit
Or foster hatred where no facts fit
It’s all too lucrative for them to quit
Ethics will never turn them around.
Fear.
Anger.
Rinse.
Repeat.
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