Chat show poem

What is it with these chat show hosts,
who entice the weak,
and the wounded to bare their souls,
for just the cost of dinner,
and a night in a hotel,
because easily tempted are those who wish to see,
the talk show hosts,
who strut upon the stage,
and who do belittle and cajole,
and tell people how they should live their lives,
whilst analysing them psychologically,
and whilst laughing in glee,
for so, they make money from the poor for free,
whilst the heartbroken, and the destroyed,
have their lives put upon TV,
and their problems, magnified for all to see,
but the talk show hosts,
they do not give a damn,
and they masquerade as friends,
but the willing victims are just a wage to them,
and the talk show host exploits them with no dignity,
and no humanity,
for with only words of indifference,
and a picture of money behind the eyes,
the soul of a talk show host,
is dark and of no surprise,
and oh, how they laugh as the money piles in,
for they are the sickest of all,
and exploiting the poor people with problems,
to them is no sin, no sin at all.

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