My newspaper's gone digital;
I get it on my Kindle,
Causing calm reflection at my
Breakfast to fast dwindle.
I cannot hide behind it
If I want to stifle talk;
It is not good for wrapping
When the dog must take a walk.
I have to make the font so big –
It really is a crime;
I almost have to read it
Just one letter at a time.
Spare the trees and spoil the news
Is how it's gotta be –
I guess I'll watch the talking heads
On local NBC.
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