Mediacracy

America has a heart that opens like a shower curtain
Swept aside by a naked figure,
Hot water and handgrenades,
That’s what this country needs.

The newsmen pat themselves on the back
For being so fair;
Wink, wink.
I hear of Hillary’s death rattle,
A subtle subtext only they can detect
Until they say it enough for it to be true
Then we will all shout it from the rooftops,
Or the water cooler.

Truth in America is spoken.
It is anything that is spoken,
Enough.

We will never have a president again.
We will only have a show.
I only know about the numbers
And what who’s its said about so and so

I have a vote.
I have a remote.
One of them will make a change.