His actions are moral as he goes
About his work each day,
An example of how one should be
He seems honest all the way,
He's become a public identity
Seen in the papers every week,
When someone is needed to inspire
He is the one asked to stand and speak.
But to keep the money coming
The press needs tales of sex and crime,
The viewers crave excitement,
Good news sells for but a short time,
So reporters are told to search
For any dirt that can be found,
A piece of juicy scandal
To surprise the people and astound.
They say the public must be told
If he is depraved or unjust,
Cos they've been fooled before
By film stars and clergy full of lust,
Find out if he's a paedophile,
Or his online habits give his wife hell,
Has he committed child abuse?
Uncover tales to make the papers sell.
Reporters stalk with cameras ready,
As he performs his daily life,
They hopefully follow him out of town,
But uncover no misconduct or strife,
They dig ever deeper,
Find nothing of any interest in his bin,
Seems he even does right by recycling
All his paper, plastic and tin.
Old friends and neighbours have no gossip,
He's upright with nothing out of place,
The papers judge this man as trustworthy,
Having done nothing to disgrace,
The public lose all interest
When they can't sling mud and accuse,
The media shrug their shoulders
And scavenge elsewhere for their news.