You call it gloss
I call it dross
You call it news
But that word’s misused
It’s all gossip and hearsay
Rumours from yesterday
Fashion tips
Beauty tricks
Rules on surviving the high school cliques
Who’s a stud?
Who’s the dud?
What’s the latest bad blood?
Who got plastered?
Had a make-up disaster?
Who’s too old and getting put out to pasture?
So don’t lie now
It’s not highbrow
It’s a gutter-dwelling trash mag
More full of shit than a toilet rag
If you really wanna read it, fine by me
Just don’t try getting me to subscribe now
MS Poetry 
Yes! A perfect description of those stupid magazines that lurk near the checkout at the supermarket.
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