The media, how it shines
It doesn't need to rhyme
To get us hooked on new sensations
In keeping with the times

You read between the lines
you discern sublime signs
And still you cannot begin to grasp
the horror it entwines

I want to learn what's new
Just terror through and through
Everyday I'm drifting farther from
The thought there's good in you

Never feeling bored
Wrapped in chain-like cords
trying to maintain my sanity
as events unfold

In the end it haunts
It prods and burns and taunts
The harm it causes to the populace
Is in the tiny font