TerrieJay

You know what…I hate the news It’s the blues That screws and brews The darkness, that can be infused Into people’s clues To make them confused And used as tools for violence That deludes Then preludes, to even more disastrous news Which people use as a reference They do crime And police bring them in for questions They ask them what’s their preference They do time hoping they’ll learn their lesson With all these stupid therapy sessions That build tensions And recollections Yet they never stop to mention That they did what they did   Because of the news stations… And the criminal walks aw