the sunday paper stinks
these days.
thin, hardly any news you've never
heard before
twenty times over
what with television
and social media.
you don't read the comics.
or the tv guide.
the lame parade magazine is
the size of a slice of bread now.
the editorials are slanted
so far left,
slightly right of
socialism.
the sports page is exactly
one page.
highlights. scores
and schedules.
everything you already have
on your phone.
the paper stinks, but I still
buy it. at least the ink
doesn't run in
your hands anymore.
I like to sit with a cup
of coffee pretending to be
a grown up,
and lick my fingers as
I peruse, then
turn each page.
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