A post on Steph's blog reminded me of this poem that I wrote at the weekend. Also related to the fact that I hate television news.

Magazine News

Glossy and sparkly.
On every hour.
Pictures and emotions;
On every channel.

Superficial concern;
Over missing child,
Or dead princess.
And then forget.

Designed to excite,
Anger, or tears.
Neglects the brain,
And forgotten later.

Brought to lounge,
All day.
Pictures that,
Anger or upset.

Make us feel,
Part of story.
Like we know
The victim.

The glossy pictures,
And glossy stories.
Beemed to homes;
Making us experts.