A poem written by Lee Sonogan
There are two sayings that are familiar in every news room across the country: 1. sex sells; 2. if it bleeds it leads. – Armstrong Williams
This mantra has been around for a very long time,
You see it integrated into the brand’s charity or not.
The opposite of our flaws in pleasure is nothing compared to fearful insecurity,
Nothing sells like the prepectoral flogging of a dead horse.
Cower down within the disingenuous squeeze machine,
Or perform the blood transplants previously drained in the right place.
A matter of always more than two sides to our syntax,
Someone think of the children not as monsters growing up before this is gone.
I wish the predominance was not scared of the pellucid independent,
Where is the learning environment, unlike stuffed stuck pigs who walk on their hind legs?
Inside the Animal Farm with agronomists kicked out, oblique,
Ass-backwards, how can we trust established leaders when cosmopolitan degradation speaks.
Respect your efforts, respect yourself. Self-respect leads to self-discipline. When you have both firmly under your belt, that’s real power. – Clint Eastwood