Grey Lady Dumb

Elegy for a Grey Lady

If all the news that’s fit to print
Walked up and bit your ass
Would you consider going back
To Journalism class?

What fate awaits the shameless hack
That led us into war?
The fucking Queen of All Iraq
Chalabi’s willing whore?

The story breaks but there you sit
Your finger in your ear
The preznit said “Don’t publish it!”
You hold it for a year.

O Lady! Frail Grey Lady!
Your hair is turning blue.
Your pages lined with yellow ink
You think your lies are true.