Day by day I grow wearier

Of hyperbole and hysteria,

Promoted in a media

That seems needier and greedier.

Every aggravation and alarm

That promises us harm

Is promoted with force

For our conviction of course.

Tell something often enough

And it becomes very tough

To know what is fact

Upon which we can act.

Real or rumour?

Each requires humour

To avoid going mad

And keeping us glad

That we are still living

A welcome well of giving

To all those who presume

To be prophets of doom;

Though we're each one a "dead 'un"

In their prophesied Armageddon.

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