POEM XLVII: “JAMES LIPTON, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?”

For Christ’s sake,
it’s George Clooney–not Vishnu.

Sit up straight, ask the question.
The worst he can do
is deck you
and that will be good for ratings,
not to mention
your character.

Every television host
should be hit at least once
hard, in the mouth,
lest he become a mealy-mouthed apologist
which brings me back to you, James Lipton:

Hunched like a tremulous owl,
you look half-afraid
of the people you’re interviewing.

This is no position for a journalist to take.
Grow a spine, take a stand,
and for the love of God,
say something
to piss off Colin Farrell.

It can only help the network.

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