In the covid19 virus crisis
The Commentariat are locked at home,
TV, radio, ink on papyrus,
All conducted on the 'phone.
Interviews, once face to face,
One-on-one combat in one room,
Now conducted place-to-place,
Laptop-to-laptop, super-zoom.
Faces once a studio's distance
Now blown up, pixelated,
Words spun in effort to entrance
And keep an audience fixated
On the rhyming back-and-forths of doom.
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