Forgive Us Our Scoops
by DCDave

Hand-wringing season's upon us.
Our scribes are so vicious and mean.
You'd think that our rulers were rotten,
Instead of so darn squeaky clean.

You say that they cover up murders,
These untethered dogs of excess?
Don't you swallow the fire-breathing image
Of our well-controlled cover-up press?

David Martin


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