Extra, Extra, Forget All About It
Dogging stormy headlines
Extra! Extra!
Forget all about it!
Is any of it true?
Maybe, to a few.
Newspapers are in the past.
And so is the news.
Fake news?
Or, is it real?
Will we ever know?
Is it all a show?
Many have given up.
Away from news they duck.
Extra! Extra!
Forget all about it!
By the time it's printed,
new updates are hinted.
Around the clock.
News never does stop.
Tick, print, tick, print.
Hardly made a dint.
Latest article in the making.
Greatest fears for the taking.
Extra! Extra!
Forget all about it!
Have to grab their attention.
So later, they will mention.
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. Aspiring licensed mental health counselor. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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