Letter to the Editor: News, et al

As rants can't arouse lackluster lovers,
your panders leave me cold in gossip's gust;
the laughable stuff your courtship covers:
Media, why do you mimic my trust?

You bandits of the bedroom serve skim milk,
while, (hint), I hobnob, blushing, on the blogs,
where the bloody blankets wave—while your ilk
caters to the hungers fed with your flogs.

I’m a madcap romantic, that's for sure,
and lonely for a cold-blooded critic,
who’s secure there’s no two sides of torture,
and barefaced, scuffles with what makes me sick.

I’d champion an ode to the obscene
to have you, News, metamorphoze your mien.

Yours truly,

Helga Ross  2008, 2019.