Somewhere, in a country filled with actual, true oppression, someone suffering is wishing that the most infuriating issue around were a mildly biased debate host.
Apparently the country is surprised
That someone in the media is biased.
Know the arrows aim at all the highest
And the biggest targets. We devised
A system of political debate
That doesn’t need assassinations, guards,
Or several doctors to remove the shards
Of some positioned bomb from the estate
Of any future president, and this
Is something we have carefully achieved:
That we may angrily be here relieved
Of all our tension and euphoric bliss
At our potential leaders. Biased? Hell,
If we don’t murder, we are doing well.
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