Rupert Murdoch Poem by Kevin Patrick

Bravo Rudi
You are the fat cat of plagues
The down under Baron
For the information dark age
Tantalizing us with your scandals
Building heroes to defame
Selling Margaret and Dear Tony
Filling orders for Mr. Cheney
Schooled in the art of the modern prince
Your Rosebuds cunning apartheid


You Build and destroy lords with your pen
Scratch a career with an errant end nib
You're the Emperor charlatan
Of keeping the truth out of focus
A xenophobic preacher
Guarding discriminating locusts
Owing more to the laundry
of the check line aristocracy
Then the concierge of sources
Obtained from scholastic honesty


Now your caught stealing candy
From a phone line directory
Scavenging the headlines
To promote your ghastly stories
Will not David take the stand
and show himself to be a man
Letting Millie sleep in peace
From blood leaching journalist
That invade young privates homes
Dead from the Wars that they promote


No throwing pies for your imminent demise
Or your Kung fu Lolita will have us vaporized
We should dice you with knighthood
and make you bare for our sushi
Cut corners in lessons for retire skydiving
lending you an umbrella with a tied anvil
Honour you to play the lead Shakespeare Ceaser
Where guess can tag team being merciless Brutus
Then Rent you a retreat in a master gilded coffin
So you finally get the dirt you have always been worth

Dear Rudi
You are not a fox, or a bear
but a philandering snail
A little boy with gold breeches
Who went out on a dare
By Fear mongering a pandemic
For new subscription fairs
Setting obscenities named Limbaugh
To open wounds on live air
Living off of Serpents wisdom
Which you meditate his rotten sermons


Perhaps one day you'll get the chair