The First Amendment guarantees my speech,
but where’s the promise of attention?
They’ll allow me to speak
right after they cut the microphone chord
There’s a press hungry for a story
but it’s not mine.
Even when I bleed I don’t lead
It’s an obsession with the by-line
Always miss the who, what, when, where,
Why?
Monday, April 14, 2008
Missing Amendment
Labels:
cynical,
irritation,
poetry
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