Infowhores

by CD Richards

The facts count for nothing, they're buried in spin;
I'll swear down is up and that outside is in.
Who cares if the truth is stretched painfully thin?
What matters the most is that my view must win.

A boulevard-journalist— that is my trade.
I don't like your views, so I'll launch a tirade;
appeal to a crowd that is easily swayed,
they won't comprehend that they're just being played.

To triumph is easy — just hurl sticks and stones,
promote a conspiracy, using hushed tones.
Pay heed to my voice, I'm the great Alex Jones;
although I am special, I've thousands of clones.

We're media megaphones, that much is true;
and if you don't like us, you haven't a clue.
Not buying our hype? You're not red-white-and-blue!
There's a special place waiting in hell, just for you.

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boulevard-journalist (n.) an unscrupulous or exploitative journalist.

"Infowars" (see title) is the name of the website run by the shock-jock named in this piece.

My much-treasured Christmas present for 2017 is a book by Paul Anthony Jones: "The cabinet of linguistic curiosities". Each page contains a descriptive story about some obscure or archaic word. It occurred to me it would be a fun exercise to try and write, each day, a poem featuring the "word of the day" from the book.

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