Saturday, 19 January 2008
Electile Dysfunction
Contributed by Russ Vaughn

It’s abundantly clear and I charge without fear
Nor the slightest degree of compunction,
Proven night after night both on left and on right,
Our media have electile dysfunction.

While hoping to score they’ve become such a bore
With their overdone, nonstop production.
So we’re starting to balk at their unending talk;
We’re weary of endless seduction.

The hooray and hearsay, the pestering foreplay
Their tempting has lost its direction;
It will be with some glee when we actually see
The media finally get an election.

Contributed by Russ Vaughn on January 19, 2008 at 01:35 PM in Poetry, Politics, Russ Vaughn | Permalink

Comments

Posted by: Andrea Shea King

There was an old war dog named Russ

Who with the mainstream media did fuss

Over news impotent and flaccid

He poured vitriolic acid

With little so much as a cuss....

Posted by: Andrea Shea King | Jan 19, 2008 3:17:08 PM