Oh Walter, Where Art Thou?

The T.V. news void!

 

You've gone away Walter, leaving a morass

 

Of mediocrity; a pathetic imitation of your style

 

The Evening News is, sadly, no more

 

No talking heads with an ounce of your integrity or

 

Your credibility, no, they feed the insatiable

 

Desire for entertainment; so maybe the fault lies

 

Not with your leaving, but with us

 

If we were entertained by facts, not sensationalism and

 

Truth not speculation, maybe it would be alright,

 

But alas, tis not the case; Walter; I'll give you;

 

Well, I've only got $10 on me right now,

 

But it's yours if you'd return to the anchor's chair

 

A few, very few, try real journalism,

 

But are quickly shouted down by screaming voices

 

All we're left with is an exciting cover, but an empty book

 

 

Reviews

[Marie]

He had a way of making things seem all right even when they weren't...

[Michael Stevens]

Yes he did!