FOX only exists for the Simpsons

The news of the privileged
Is paraded to the poor
On the Cable tv

What color is Brittany’s hair down there?
And
Has Katie Holmes really ever experienced an orgasm
with Tom Cruise?
Also
The weather in the richer cities
Is always better

and did you notice how PERFECT
all the women are?
I did a dabble with some numbers
I deducted this

It would take me approx 17,000
In beauty products for a possibility
Of looking like the women who
We see on the sweet ass new plasma screen

televised
Barbed wire slippers
Aint no match
For a miracle baby
Or my hands deep in the soil

Jerry Springer all over the mother fucking page man
Lay it out
Make it dirty
Make it sleazy and raw
Make it gross and offensive
Childish and clueless

Wait,
While I have you here
Will you hold my hand as
The poem continues in intensity?

Tell me about the woman shaving her legs on the beach
With a sunburn
With wrinkles like a raisin
Where did she come from?
What is her name?

Tell me about the family I knew
In elementary school.
For Christmas one year
They got one piece of gum
And alternated that thing amongst them
Until  damned near next Christmas

Tell me why I like to hurt people
Tell me why I like to help people
And
Tell me if I’m lying

Tell me about the pedophile down the streets.
Cause baby,
With the peers I seem to have

THAT would be fucking news.