1
Born from neither the bottom or top
Middle class was his lot
He worked until he rose in ranks
And now writes papers read in banks
He has one face from time to time But another face when walking swapping lines
He walks midnight streets from dusk till dawns
Looking for clues hidden in faces and lawns
Sometimes with friends other times alone
Bribery is a sport to which he is prone
He will trick your grandma and fool you friends
Writing lies that begin but do not endSo be careful when trusting what you read
Because sometimes our words are fueled by greedAnother man’s greed becomes a dollar bill
And his false words can affect your free will.
So be careful where what you do be careful who you trust
Because there is a journalist who does what he must
Paid by others to write crap.
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There was once a man we once knew
He never was known not to follow through
So once in his head he contacted a plan
We knew that he would be our man
Who would help us fix the election of a king?
With access to the newspaper his words could bring
Forth the public opinion from high to low
And our opponent’s momentum can be slowed
With an honest face for grandma and her crew
We have no idea what this man might do
When tempted by the site of green bills
He starts to lose resolve and the will
Of holding onto journalistic standards
This man is always changing his plans and
Walking away from good honest pay
For paying the bills through another way
So to all those brooding on dimly lit plans
All of your searching for another new scam
Know that I have just the man
Who can help you in a way that no other can
With his access to the front page of the paper
He can help us pull some truly great capers
And with our capers done then starts the fun
Will retire on the beach when this is all done
So long as we don’t meet with failure along the way
We have our intentions, which are backed with pay
So long as he publishes this double edged words
So long as we escape with resolve that’s absurdThis here pilgrim is our new man
For committing these publishing scams.