Beaten to a Pulp
Look at the tree, what do you see?
Do you see communication, do you see the written word?
Sawn and pulped, a soup of mush, the newsprint of tomorrow.
Squeeze out and dry, roll by and by,
Do you see Headlines , do you see scoops?
Bleached and whitened, a continuous roll, the broadsheets of today.
Squashed and overjoyed, exposed in the tabloid.
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