The Daily Malice

Here’s a poem for Paul Dacre

Printing bullshit by the acre

What a merry little caper

Pedalling lies to sell his paper

Refugees, the blacks, the gays

Coz malice sells and malice pays

And you can bank a fine fat docket

With the government in your pocket

Never mind if it’s not true

Rupert Murdoch’s at it too

Watch them as they sit and gloat

And try to rig another vote

Opinion perjured by the media

Reason rubbished, senses seedier

They can write their own reward

The pen is wealthier than the sword