The media is like a fool that stands unsure
Uncommitted upon two logs going where?
Each pulls away in its own direction
To the right, ends up wrong
To the left, ends up wanting to be
And in the end they take a bath
In the errors of their ill-intended ways
The easiest fool to blind it is said
Is the one that thinking they are duping
Painting a boat that is taking on water
Leaning fore and aft to find only air
An unsupported grip on nothingness there
One day alone, like a cat made all wet
Away from the center, away from tedious stability
Defending the underdog, creating one
Taking up causes to be contraire
Filled with guilt because they are
Superficially educated, with bias aforethought
Tending to public fears, creating more
Both sides against the middle always
A dangerous game to ever be found out
When the logs finally collide
They will make a terrible clash
And there, the carcass of mediocrity
Lies splashing, thrashing, entrapped
Unable to escape its own folly