On The Consequences Of A Surfeit of Right Wing, Online Editions

I want to read something that will make me truly mad,

I love that outraged feeling when I'm justifiably furious,

And there's nothing in the Mail Online that's really all that bad,

I feel no indignation, I don't even feel curious.

So I look again at Breitbart, but I'm getting quite inured

To the actions of those immigrants, so I still feel rather bored.

Then I click on The Spectator, pin all hope on Douglas Murray,

But there's nought by him to stir me up, so then I start to worry,

That I really am immune to quite how vile the world is now,

And that I want it to be viler: I'm a nasty, mad, old cow.