By nine o’clock each morning,
The Herald gets my call.
Sometimes it comes by ten o’clock,
And sometimes, not at all.
Whatever is the matter?
The news is two days old.
A smattering of local lore,
That cost’s its weight in gold.
The Herald’s run for profit,
Its only sin is loss
Maximize its income
And minimize its cost.
Outsource its local news,
Then print it far away,
Outsource its home delivery
And see how long we’ll pay.
My choices are so limited,
I truly want to pout.
Read stale crumbs from half a loaf,
Or learn to do without?
Edwin Lee
Carmel
