The news is not good
The newspapers don't report them
as they should
There's plenty in the obituaries
but none of them I hate are gone
All those whom I despise
and whom I wish were scarce
are still around
The news is not good
Editors and writers these days
have only two things
on their plates: sex and food
If it's not who was in bed with whom
it's at what restaurant
you can lick to satisfaction
And not that anything is for free:
sex and food all come with disease
Damn it all -
the news is just not good;
every day it gets worse
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