Ode to the Media

Day 1,303, 14:19 • Published in USA USA • by Gnilraps


I'm RAGE-STAYING
Day 1,303 of the New World
"The Piano has been drinking, not me."
— Tom Waits
I have no use for Buying Gold
My budget, frankly, smells
Instead I write my silly thoughts
And call it 16 Shells
In here I peddle verbal coins
And point out Plato’s sin.
And though my pants
Are full of ants
I feel at peace within.

The politician’s crazy stunts
Make headlines when they blow.
Election day is always big
With Pizza’s PTO.
The daily news is industry,
This Paper’s no Gold Sink.
And, on my sod
Nor man, nor God
Disturbs my printers’ ink.

I hate the changing scenery
New updates by the week.
As if the very game itself
Had always sprung a leak.
Improvements, upgrades, better thans
And all that sort of rot;
While Admins prate
I lie in state,
And type another plot.

No hospitals no worker skill
Defense systems are gone
No houses, Ads, nor Party Gold
And we have all moved on.
Too many other interests
Preoccupy me now,
But in the end
Don’t worry, friend
I’ll publish, I’ll somehow.

With 16 Shells, I oughta be
For all the wit and writ
A winner of MM someday
Unless I publish shit.
Which word, of course, I cannot say
The censorship does suck.
You’ll get FP’s
When Plato sees
So do not publish F*ck.