03-22-2013, 07:34 PM
A tribute to the press, now there's the ticket --
intrepid men and women of the word,
bring people news of war and death and cricket
and movie stars of whom they've never heard.
They read us during breakfast and at tea
in order to avoid that small talk farce;
they take us to the loo, religiously,
and in a pinch, we help them wipe their arse.
In truth, it seems the destiny of paper
is: feed the mind and then receive what's due,
for when you've been involved in such a caper,
eventually you'll have to follow through.
Abandon truth, you write to make a sale;
it's taps out, boys, you're at the Daily Mail.
intrepid men and women of the word,
bring people news of war and death and cricket
and movie stars of whom they've never heard.
They read us during breakfast and at tea
in order to avoid that small talk farce;
they take us to the loo, religiously,
and in a pinch, we help them wipe their arse.
In truth, it seems the destiny of paper
is: feed the mind and then receive what's due,
for when you've been involved in such a caper,
eventually you'll have to follow through.
Abandon truth, you write to make a sale;
it's taps out, boys, you're at the Daily Mail.
It could be worse