It all started last year, when they shot a mighty beast,
The overlords of the media had a hearty feast,
And that was all the West seemed to care about, while children were slaughtered
But news like that doesn’t bring you a profit,
Now does it?
So their truth was watered-down, forgotten . . .
Then there’s the matter of the US election.
Our smug liberal faces received a mighty thwack.
When the unthinkable happened, and now there’s no turning back . . .
The moral of that story: some things are better left to natural selection . . .
The old year is dead, but it left much to be desired.
It’s 2017, and we’re so damn tired.
We want change, but are too apathetic to achieve it.
I want 2016 back, but I’m too lazy to retrieve it.