by K. Mulroney
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Rated "G" by the Author.
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I hate Tabloids, and have discovered a new mission.
Ah yes, that ever present poison sold on the open market.
A buck twenty-five lets you sit in the easy chair while you enviously
marvel at the famed face and their accused flaws.
An easy escape from your own abuses and laziness.
it slides the pitifuls onto someone else’s locked gate.
Sensational, he’s a wacko, says the smack in the chops by a
one finger typist whose only lover is the click of the shutter.
An electronic shoulda been who covers the mirrors and eats grudges for breakfast.
Climb over the hoard, crush the child, and just get the shot.
Maybe a bag of truth set on fire on his perverted porch might stick.
At the very least, the fun would be filming him trying to scrape it off.
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|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|I don't waste my money on those "papers" and I will say as loudly as I can, that I don't care what happens to the stars & such in the world, let them have their life as it is, afterall, theirs...ed
(PS: all those papers are good for is to be put on the bottoms of the kitty litter box, or worse...e)
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|Thank God I don't waste the buck twenty-five, but I do chuckle at their 'Headlines' while stuck in long lines at the grocery store.|
|Reviewed by TONY NERONE
|Very nicely written, Kim.