The enemy has a bright gun.
He cooks it under the sun.
The place is not American Liberty.
His worry is never enough of an American Army.
The business is cut failingly short.
His boats are never faster than the blue.
But lights out someday in his lost blessing.
His early nature deserves honorable mention.
The bugs in his light are always dead.
They got sick of flying around his head.
And so goes Fox news.
It got tired of seeing the blues.
Gold has no charm for a seat of reprieved guilt.
Voices never saw G-d had a flute.
So calling all hopes and seeing all fears.
Lets hope that Fox eventually hears.
The news got old, Rupert got sick.
Will they cancel the soup now?
Times about up.
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