Network Fools - Poem by James Lewis
I purposely excluded the earthquake in Japan from this piece.
Watch TV each morning cause I gotta, it's the news, but someone is confused to actu'lly call that nonsense news,
it's more like watching Shakespeare filled with tragedy and blues, with chicks whose skirts are way too short and corny pale face dudes.
I like to keep informed instead I have to listen that, ya homeboy Charlie Sheen's as crazy as an outhouse rat,
he has himself 2 women, one of which is somewhat stacked, his shows sell out, stay steady packed, I guess he's comin back.
There's plenty robbery murder rape and suicide's a sin, the hotness now is kids who kill themselves for bullyin,
or bein bullied I should say, the options I would weigh, cause folks are so confused it's like the in-thing being gay.
Although it's kinda old I thought the act was kinda bold, that guy in Arizona with his blood all types'a cold,
he killed about 6 people, filled a Senator with holes, in all the folks who died a girl bout 6 to 8 years old.
The man who crashed that bus and killed those folks on 95, some dude drove off a cliff, he's lucky just to be alive,
to go from all the violence to the gossip makes me sick, that High School Music chick is out here naked takin pics.
From crooked politicians to the snitches droppin dimes, to cops in NYC who shoot civilians 50 times,
to uprisings in Egypt cause Khadafi gotta go, the price of gas so high it's like the pumps are rocks of coke.
I think someone should holla at the folks in network news, the way they handle business one would call them network fools,
they have most folk of color on the outside like buffoons, I think them all as clowns and wish to hand out white balloons.
I'll tune in ev'ry morning for the weather news and such, but then will turn my head if to endure the news that sucks,
Prince William's got a wedding coming up oh what to do? A million middle fingers to the many network fools.
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