Junk journalism, like junk food,
is bad for public health;
we graze on fake celebrities
and choke on others' wealth.
We snack on sex and violence,
imbibe verbal abuse,
ingest the latest additives
with boredom as excuse;
we substitute for wholesome fare
re-constituted mush;
our minds grow flabby from so much
re-gurgitated slush.
So is there no alternative
to journalistic piss?
Of course there is - you're reading it,
junk poetry like this.
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