MUDSLINGERS By Tom Jensen
As I tried to turn off the channel
That was playing on my TV
I accidentally broke off the knob
It’s been stuck on all week
Find myself with a sinking feeling
That I haven’t been thinking a lot
And the times when I do
I just sit here tying myself in knots
Are we a world full of criminals
Who just aren’t getting caught?
Is this message subliminal
Or is it something we’re taught?
As I tried to change the channel
I just found more the same
No one had any solutions to problems
But it seems everyone had someone to blame
Have we become a world of pointed fingers
That never face or look at ourselves?
A bunch of gun-for-hire mudslingers
While stacks of books full of truth
Sit collecting dust upon our shelves