Leeches
They swim through murky waters
Media’s mission of careful plotters
To sink their teeth into tasty flesh
Pass up old bones for something fresh
Humanity’s most sought after swimmers
Hunting grounds for wealthy dinners
To suck the blood out of weakened moments
The good life beset by woeful laments
There comes a time for media’s retribution
Have you made plans for your absolution?
Or are you still in it for monetary gain?
Idols fall from grace to you to blame
As long as humanity buys their stories
Leeches will cling onto prosperity
To expose its weakened moments
Profiteering is the name of the game