PrintJanuary 19, 2008
Electile Dysfunction (a poem)
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.
