I turn on the T.V.,
It is the same ol' drama,
Some fool cheated on his wife,
Or worse yet,
Killed his own mama,
I turn on the radio,
Now a day you hear the young ones,
Singing about love and hate,
As if they created
This trauma,
I open a tabloid,
For I trust in the old system,
But it contains the same gibberish,
Just like its counterparts.
