JOURNALISM?

Now presenting Lies to eat with butter cheese and chives
With recipes advertised to, but mostly FOR you
The latest fad and app and diet pill
then traffic weather celebs oh fuckin my!
Criminally crooked accounts of two sides of a triangle
Truth beneath sediment of verbal filth accrued
"Public safety" is a safety blanket
To comfort sheep awaiting sheer
Anchored by a clothing ad on a live viagra commercial
Now the buxom model sells you fear of noncompetition
The joneses the joneses the goddamn joneses
Informed in the slightest? No
Infomercial masquerading as news
And then theres infomercials masquerading as news too
Judge for yourself with no facts to weigh
Faux* news network having a tea party
Youre invited to mass marketed decay
Play their brands hand the way they showed you
Bite the man who stands behind you
Right is right if coulter says it
Going straight is left next to beck and his call
Break your neck looking back at the photoshopped rear-view 
How rosy her cheeks and what a 'raq haw haw haw
Whats a motto with you? Fair and balanced- like a bomb in a diaper
Saffron scribbling, asinine blonde reports 
Nielson ratings laughingly dictate need-to-know and have-to-have
What cant you live without? Find out after these important life changing offers
Buy to relieve your impotence, to exfoliate your portfolio, to rectify and simplify and numb your skull to obfuscate the pills on today you took yesterday and will die from tomorrow
Preserve your necrotic existence with botoxic waste byproducts
Ressurect on saturday to watch the bank of america distraction bowl
Brought to you in part by stagnation and indifference 
The rest by avarice and illegitimate claims of youthful appearance
And now the news, dont touch that dial
This just in, election results have a winner in the hotly debated race
The victor is a joke and YOU are the punch line
Delivered in a speech written down to "your level"
Correspondents corroborate each other for lack of source
He said she said evidence enough for prime time expose
Callin Babs hard-hitting is evidence enough
F.A.I.R. enough? Fuck no
Woodward and Bernstein are alien to an alienated media
While deepthroats connotation makes you gag
We dumb it down to the lowest common denominator
And present stories from the lowest common contributor
We feast on sex tape leaks in a Kathy lee wine sauce appetizer
Leading into a mildly Cyrus surprise in a bed of Paris leftovers
Deep fried bieber bologna with a side of talk soup 
Followed up with sugary sweet human disinterest
Like our young we are malnourished and obese in body and mind
Our eyeteeth rot while our empty hearts inflate with misplaced affection for famous strangers
That we know intricately like we don't know our own kids
Estranged from ourselves so we fill up on junk food journalism
Empty calories from fictional figures from plastic personalities with plastic faces
Truth sells, but who's buying?
Megadeath threats against your home, 
Mister Albert kayda is just a bogeyman 
Wall street is the one with a bloody knife under your bed masturbating with your life savings 
In soviet America the bank robs you
Thugs in three piece suits with drive by subpoenas 
The fortune 500 mafia is less scary than the ethnicity of your choice of fears
You gorge on slop from the trough overflowing with genetically modified bullshit
Even though Greenwald is delivering three course truth
Hastings died showing you the knife in your back and you still don't believe it
Though the blood clots down your back spell it out in block letters
Headline news says it's your lack of fashion that's bleeding you dry
And murdochs cronies tell you it's liberal leaches 
feeding off your minimum wage you voted against raising
Because Rush says it's socialist
Call the call girls whores but your politician buys them jewelry
Sponsored by corporate subsidies from your taxes
Kickbacks for everyone who helps build the pyramid
Ponzi would be proud
Worldwide web worship click click boom
You think you are consuming while being consumed
We condone our enslavement with delusions of freedom
We redefine patriotism as conformity
Revolution is a responsibility not a right
Star spangled saboteurs sell us slow suicide behind pseudo-science silhouette 
And the eff dee aye says it's okay with dollar signs in their eyes
Stuffing themselves with caviar and crackers and there are crackers at the reigns
Cracking whips to keep us moving to the beat of company drums
Sate your needs with A or B but C yourself an outcast if you don't
And all the while we wipe at sweaty brow with oil soaked rags of our sullied flag
And go home with dirty hands and empty pockets
Flip on your boob tube with ten thousand talking heads 
And obey your master, master
Metallic baubles with shiny glass now only half your take home
That poor fuck went to jareds
Instagram your tv screen so they know you know what they saw
Set your homepage to Facebook and you can tumble like a twit
And repost the falsehoods that appeal to your inner fuck-wit as truth
See your friends post how much they KNOW
Reply with regurgitated filth you think you know about everything 
open your mouth and remove all doubt you fool
Fill your gaping chasm with likes or comments and see fiction become "fact"
Like this poem one million times and you are still a battery
Powering the camera filming Americas own snuff film selfie
The obituary will read, 
USA,
Seventeen seventy six to two thousand something
Died of consumption
Survived by a close knit family of aristocrats
Displayed on a scrolling line below the screen on CBS while fashionistas argue the virtues of capris- sorry, crops versus summer dresses

* (pronounced fox in this circumstance)