you need comes in the first ten minutes
of the broadcast.
the next nine
hours
are hot air and blabber.
a loop of the same
video they gave you in minute
one
plays endlessly until
it's stuck inside your mind
like the gum on
your boot that you can't
quite scrape off.
they know enough,
the pundits, and pretties,
to fill that first
quarter of an hour,
but the rest is fluff, dragging
to the camera
anyone
with a suit and flag decal
on their lapel.
you turn it off.
you give up.
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