Journalists Poem by Thomas Chambers
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Journalists
Schizophrenic eyes move amok,
the brittle pages call.
Pen the lies they wish to hear,
Pen them till you fall.
Into deadly
barbed voices,
hellish screams and whispers.
If you do not pen,
the truth, you will feel the burn.
Of lies and deceit.
You will dry up,
just like the pages where you write,
wallowing in dead truths.
Swallowing thin-tread news.
Monday, January 20, 2014
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