Hot Air

© 2017 Robert Morris Black / Leprechaun Club Music (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.


In the heart of the Hibernian metropolis
Hacks publish aeroliths velocitous
They’re tonic’d and gin’d
And raising the wind
And revving our collective metabolis
 
Machines pegging and thumping away
Push out daily tabloid exposé
Those words that castrate us
With divine afflatus
Serve up oratorical soufflé
 
Talk all you like  
Pontificate, mumble, declare
Gentlemen of the press
You’re only blowing hot air
 
Witness the rhetorical skills
Meandering like purling rills
Sophists wallop and gnash
Verbal bangers and mash
To provide cogent quotidian thrills
 
With stories that hiccough and wheeze
Blowing ‘round in a zig-zagging breeze
They’re flapping their gums
On a parable of plums
Or a tract on hoof and mouth disease

Talk all you like…..     
 
With unfeigned regret
It is that we announce
The dissolution of a most respected Burgess
That one-handled adulterer
Claims that he consulted her
It’s lurid, but, oh, I digress
 
Windbags and weathercocks
Spinning out the latest paradox
For the punters they gargle
Out for the Waxies’ Dargle
Laboring to inflame and flummox
 
Talk all you like                  
Pontificate, mumble, declare
Gentlemen of the press
You’re only blowing hot air
 
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