Murdoch mafiosa
A pressing prying eye,
Did hire a private eye.
Made a ripple,
To make a splash.
And showed some nipple.
All for cash.
They feed the masses,
Keep it cheap and tacky.
And the hacks they did a hacking.
Their morals sadly lacking.
But exposed expenses.
But then exploited corpses.
MP's, cops and lawyers.
Ethics compromised.
For Murdoch's murky backing.
And his oxygen supplies.
S. Camplin
Hi there
ReplyDeleteI have been reading your poetry for a while and just wanted to say I think it is really excellent.
I know how hard it is to sum up what is happening at a given moment,with beautiful language,a short condensed way.
You seem to achieve that in a way that is thought provoking.
You should approach a publisher with some of your poems.
Been reading your stuff so just thought I would say something.
Cheers
Gaverne
Thank you so much. Really appreciate your comment. Very kind of you to take the time to give positive feedback :) Perhaps I will approach a publisher. Cheers!
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