If it were'nt for bad news...
there'd be no news at all...
Greed, corruption, murder,
By the wayside, they would fall.
If it were'nt for gore,
no good news would be had...
and what is laughable,
it wouldn't make me sad.
If it were'nt for beauty,
the news woud go away...
but as long as we have movie stars,
the news is here to stay.
If it were'nt for sports,
we all would rant and rave...
We hold dear, the SUPER BOWL,
in the confines of our cave.
Don't forget the weather,
The winter woes are news...
We can see others suffer,
and watch them sing the blues.
The news isn't very pleasant,
If it was, it'd be no news at all...
and we're stuck with CNN or Fox,
to view results of urban sprawl.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem