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Tabloids

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KelaLewis-Morin

Published: Mar 21, 2012

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Tabloids

Avoid
The paranoid,
Pessimistic androids
That write the tabloids.

They only care about statistics.
The world they present is unrealistic,
Completely and undoubtedly materialistic.
Which seems to be a common characteristic.

Sex and scandal dominate the ink.
They tell us how to act and what to think.
Rose tinted words disguise the darker shade of pink.
To keep us afloat and ensure the morale doesn't sink.

The truth is censored and diluted.
The world that we live in is to heavily polluted.
Those with power talk, the rest are forever muted.
With government support their stories can never be disputed.

Kela lewis-morin

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something i wrote recently i was inspired by the factual basis tabloids are based on and thought i would encorporate some rhyme to add to the smoothness of the direction of the poem. hope it works let me know what you think guys