The Tenth Muse

She tells us all we needn’t know; She always draws the longest bow; She dramatizes guilt and crime; Exalts the mummer and the mime; Worships success, however won; Confounds vulgarity with fun; Lends credence to each passing craze, Fans party rancour to a blaze, Till people of a sober mind Grow envious of the deaf and blind. O what are all the other Nine, The Muses fondly deemed divine Matched with the Tenth, the modern Muse, That now manipulates our news.