The media record plays
Over and over
Round and round
Telling us what to think
Telling us what to scream
Ignorant souls vying for
The next big story
Painting illusions
To grab our attention
Sensationalizing the smallest things
Until they no longer satisfy
Our need to hear dirt
To roll around in it
Like swine in a trough
Hungry for the next batch of slop
The media pours it on
Graduating to bigger things
Manufactured mobs
Stirred by the spinning media record
Playing never ending slurs
Against humanity
And still we eagerly listen
As their filth tickles our ears
E.A. Fussell
06.08.2020
E. A. Fussell 