The news is extra, you can bet.
Its fiction casts a wider net.
Of facts, off-base,
No track or trace –
Let’s give those folks a statuette.
Behind the scenes, they access gain.
They pick and peck past their domain.
Don’t blink. Press print.
Oh, no. You didn’t.
Our hearts are torn; they pour champagne.
As readers, viewers, they hoodwink.
They tap their keys; they nod and wink
To grab the scoop
And loop-de-loop.
The story’s never what we think.
c2023 by Linda Ann Nickerson
This poem was posted
in response to these prompts:
- Five-Minute Friday: “access”
- Mad Kane’s Limerick-Off Monday: “net”
- Meme Express: “off-base”
- Simply Snickers: “pick,” “press,” and “print”
- Stream of Consciousness Saturday: “heart”
Image: “Extra! Extra!” from The Graphics Fairy / vintage / public domain
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