Electile Dysfunction (a poem)

It's abundantly clear and I charge without fear

Nor the slightest degree of compunction,

Proven night after night both on left and on right,

Our media have electile dysfunction.


While hoping to score they've become such a bore

With their overdone, nonstop production.

So we're starting to balk at their unending talk;

We're weary of endless seduction.


The hooray and hearsay, the pestering foreplay

Their tempting has lost its direction;

It will be with some glee when we actually see

The media finally get an election.

It's abundantly clear and I charge without fear

Nor the slightest degree of compunction,

Proven night after night both on left and on right,

Our media have electile dysfunction.


While hoping to score they've become such a bore

With their overdone, nonstop production.

So we're starting to balk at their unending talk;

We're weary of endless seduction.


The hooray and hearsay, the pestering foreplay

Their tempting has lost its direction;

It will be with some glee when we actually see

The media finally get an election.