If Puppets Brought You the Message You Were Dying To Hear

Who's that Anchorman

That hangs so

Blatantly 

From a string?...

He mouths words

Of oatmeal 

With no value

At all...

...These Anchors 

Take after

Pinocchio

Now...

Wooden limbs creak, and 

When they tongue-lash...

...Rivers of chatter

Gravitate to your

Platter...

If puppets brought you 

The message 

You were dying to hear,

Would you be doing

Cartwheels?...

...Or would you steer

Clear 

From the channel 

Because the truth 

Stung so damn much?...

Commentator's of this 

Ugly thing we call 

Progress

Spread 

Lies 'round 

The lips of a

Well-oiled 

Smile...

...The truth has to 

Taste right!...

...Sticks of gum 

Pop 

When primed!...

...Who could pay

To oppose?...

...Who can free up

The time?...

These Anchors demand

That we set life aside,

And immerse ourselves

Deeply 

In the farce they call

'News'...

Yes, we must join

Their ranks

With our closed closet

Rules.

...We can't keep for 

Too long

From the fridge

'fore an Anchor 

Affirms our expiration...

...Guess we knew 

It would come!...

As the Anchors insist,

We live under 

The gun.

If puppets brought you

The message

You were dying to hear,

Would you be doing

Cartwheels?...

...Or would you steer

Clear

From the channel

Because the truth

Stung so damn much?...

Maybe truth wouldn't

Hurt so

If the dosage was 

Frequent...

...Perhaps we should 

Seek counsel,

And abandon our 

Crutch...

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2017

Bunny Villaire