Observe The Press Poem by DM W

Observe those reptilian creatures of the press
As they incessantly point their intrusive cameras;
As they coldly drain the blood from their latest victims.
They are like vultures descending on a carcass.
O they seem to have absolutely no scruples!
It appears they will stop at nothing to obtain
Yet another sordid story. Even a tragic
Death fails to stop them in their tracks. O there are
Many reasons why I won't wax lyrical about,
The often sanctified, freedom of the press.