DIRTY QUANDARY
NEWSWIRE--A former anchorman’s lawsuit claims his contract was not renewed because he complained about unsanitary conditions at a TV station.
I’m now allergic to the evening news;
I need more Kleenex, Tissue I can use.
My sinuses began to ooze, it’s a dirty quandary.
All that pancake from Max Factor, I would pat and smear,
‘Til the pictures that we took would
Make my skin look clear;
Infection now is in my ear, it’s a dirty quandary.
I thought that cleaning up with bleach might help me breathe at Five;
They suggested epinephrine,
With a shot in the thigh.
My eye has now revealed a sty, it’s a dirty quandary.
It’s a filthy operation, made me sneeze and sweat;
All the noses in the newsroom
Had been running wet.
Dust bunnies now rule the set, it’s a dirty quandary.
Dirty little secrets, dirty little lies,
Dirty little boxes,
When they said my goodbyes.
Did snitching hasten my demise? It’s a dirty quandary.
On the couch with my Nintendo, hope my suit might sting;
At it reaches a crescendo,
There’s new dirt to sling:
Just the sort of crap that’s king, it’s a dirty quandary.
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