News saturating the airwaves, circling the airport inside my head; it’s requesting a place to land
Some things I do, but most things I don’t understand;
If I need to know sometimes I just don’t care
About the when, the how, the who, the where
Like who took the country and where did they take it?
Can Bernie Sanders win and how long can Hillary fake it?
Does Olivia Pope have to step in and kill somebody or do we have to call in those women from the Army Rangers?
To come and take care of all these Mexican strangers
How is it that a nation of immigrants migrates and confiscates, claims and proclaims possession, never makes a confession
But moves and removes those that disapprove and in all the confusion comes to the solution that only Mexicans can be illegal immigrants? Would Sitting Bull call that Bull?
As crazy as it all sounds I kind of understand, but tell me, who killed Cecil, man?

Changed the channel to get a breath of fresh air and there’s Chris Christie calling in the guy from the Blacklist to shut down the bridge
Then he heads back to the fridge to get a “diet” coke and watch the wrecks.
Channel check!
17 clowns interviewing for the world’s most important job is an oxymoron about morons who spend more on haircuts and manicures than money to feed the poor on
I wonder if all the jobs will come back if Donald Trump combs what’s left of his hair back and gives us all free rides in his helicopter
Do you think the GOP is going to check Ben Carson’s degree to see if he’s really a doctor?
How many guns do I have to buy to be under the protection of the 2nd amendment?
And do I have to buy some orange and camouflage to go to the movies without getting shot up in it?
Is Ted Cruz really as evil and mean as that low down dirty Cyrus Beene?
Who are these American people the politicians keep speaking for, in tongues nobody understands?
And who killed Cecil, man?

I’m so impressed when the speed reader from the acid reflux commercial flings his nimble tongue across pages of side effects, disclaimers and warnings
Then it’s back to Morning Joe and Mika disrespectfully addressing me and depressing me for the rest of my morning
Did Tom Brady hire Ray Rice to choke the air out of some footballs?
For a case of crab legs I’ll bet Jameis Winston would tell
And the word would surely get back to Roger Goodell
And when he gets through investigating the previous investigation somebody’s going to catch hell
But with all of the news I hear I’m most appalled at the betrayal of the greatest beast of all
By a heartless trophy hunter who’s toothless clients drool their blood like victims of the killer dentist from Django
And the police have an APB out for a Minnesota dentist in a Kangol
As Zimbabwe mourns a legend it’s hard to understand, why would anybody kill Cecil, man?

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