All the news that’s fit to print

The Soaraway Sun scoops stars’ secrets,

purveys pounds to purchase policemen,

delves into dens of depravity,

shovels shit on socialist Sheridan,

lies that Liverpudlians are looting layabouts.

Media mogul Murdoch mouths abject apologies, accuses all.

Insipid, ignorant, insouciant, infantile.

Hypocritically hedging his bets, he

opportunistically observes the ordure;

jettisons journalists’ jobs

at naughty News of the World.

Cameron and Coulson caught in crossfire of corruption,

bungling Brooks banged behind bars.

Remorsefully reminisces, the red- haired hack:

Lolling around with lots of lovely lolly LOL!

Hacking on horseback and hacking on telephones,

Champagne-chugging Christmases with Clarkson and Coulson in flipping Chipping Norton.

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You can read more of my poetry in ‘Little Red Poetry’: all proceeds go to help build an alternative political party to fight cutbacks and privatisation.

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