I had a dream that Oprah decided to start a news channel
That would go up against Fox.
I woke up wishing it were so.
I woke up thinking
Only Oprah can save us now.
Jim said I should write her.
I've been thinking about it.
Dear Oprah,
I had a dream.
You were the queen of TV.
You owned your own newsroom.
And all of the good people were regulars on your show.
Nelson Mandela, Wangari Maathai, Paul Farmer . . .
And at the opening of each episode,
Someone would say
To the beef companies:
I will not ever
Eat that shit.
(Okay, so they'd say it eloquently.)
And everyone would stop eating it.
Just like that.
Writer’s Digest 94th Annual Competition Rhyming Poetry First Place Winner:
“Plaints of the Old Git”
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Congratulations to Peter Hankins, first-place winner in the Rhyming Poetry
category of the 94th Annual Writer’s Digest Writing Competition. Here’s his
wi...
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