They swallow my every word
As if it made some sense,
It’s printed in the papers now,
My false knowledge dispensed.
I write the headlines,
Make the news for you,
It really doesn’t matter
How much of it is true.
We have Contravertial stories now,
These twisted tales will sell;
Money is what we care about,
Not the stories that we tell.
I write the headlines,
I hope that you enjoy,
One day you might realise
Just how much that i’ve destroyed.
That is spectacular. That cuts to the heart of my paranoia and cynicism… however you spell that…
pretty sure that is spelled right đ thanks as always!
I may still learn how to spell someday.