I am Press I Guess

I am Press I Guess

Can you Guess if I am Press?

 

Press I Guess, I wonder why,

You let old Dirty Harry lie?

 

Don’t you like my Harry Coates?

I Love my Coates, on him I dotes.

But Randy Terrill, gets my goats!

 

About that Harry’s missing wrapper?

 

Of course he left them in the crapper.

In a plain manilla wrapper.

We knew it soon would be a mess,

but you know we are Press I Guess.

As Press I Guess we’re in the bag,

with Harry’s tale, we do not gag,

His docs were hacked, hacked we say!

Don’t let the facts get in the way,

And we won’t check that story out,

We’ll never, ever, have no doubt!

 

We will not write about his lies

We’d never ever be so wise,

We’ll never ask for the cop’s report,

If the truth comes out, would that be sport?

 

We’re Press I Guess, the verdict’s in,

We know his story’s pretty thin,

but dogging Harry is a sin,

We’re Press I Guess, believe OUR spin.

 

So Press I Guess,

How will you stop this Harry mess?

 

We’ll keep looking the other way,

ignore, refuse to ever play,

Inspector Clouseau would be proud,

of how our silence speaks so loud.

We won’t ask for the security tape,

for then our Harry could not escape!

 

The probe it ended ’cause Harry’s true,

the cost too much for me and you,

we’ll never ask, ‘o the cost, how much?’

We’re Press I Guess, so out of touch.

 

We’re Press I Guess, If we did our job,

we’d have old Harry by the knob,

We’re MSM, our mission true:

To help keep Harry snowing you!

 

But now come blogs, they want the facts!

They think that Harry’s lines doth smack,

of lies and phony insinuations,

they care not of our fascination

with Harry and his bumbling crew,

How dare they tell the truth to you!

 

We’re Press I Guess,

and here’s the deal,

we’ll never make our Harry squeal,

we’ll let him lie, and preen and strut,

and stay here on our lazy butt!

 

…and the ‘Coates Calamity’ continues