Fake News: Not technically fic.
Title: The Wørd
Fandom: Fake News
Characters: Stephen Colbert, ensemble
Word Count: 196 (including indications of who's saying what, because I was too lazy to go through and remove 'em)
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: This was actually an "audition" to write lyrics for a musical-in-the-making called "Pundits." peapods42 gave me the prompt 'The song is called "The Word" sung by Stephen and the cast. Call and response. Choose a topic, but have it be pertinent to either Stephen/"Stephen" personally or some major event/news piece from the past three years. [...] something like "The Internet is for Porn." Serious followed by something hilarious.' The next day, I had this. Originally posted here (have to be a member of fakenews_fanfic to view it).
(peapods42's post on the musical is here.)
The Wørd
STEPHEN: Which brings us to...Tonight's Wørd!
"Anger Management"!
Now some elitist, East-coast, liberal, tolerazi stoners intent on lighting their bongs with burning flags! might say I have anger management issues! But to them I say...
STEPHEN: I manage my anger here four nights a week,
When the future of right wing-ed values seems bleak.
CAST: Everyone's future seems bleak with conservatives in charge.
STEPHEN: I wield my great anger, my rage do I vent,
To shout down the voices of liberal dissent!
CAST: And rationality and logic and reason at large.
STEPHEN: I protect against their commie gay-genda,
While my emotional health is put through the blenda.
SOMEONE: Does that rhyme even count--
STEPHEN: SHUT UP! ...Moving on.
STEPHEN: Count on me to deliver the truthiness,
With great volume and American ballsiness!
CAST: Next on the agenda: Redefine the English language.
STEPHEN: I don't fear my health as I lead my Nation!
Show me the proof of my deterioration!
CAST: Maxed out blood pressure's probably a reasonable gauge.
STEPHEN: 'Sides, soft-spoken reasoning don't pay the rent.
And the low ratings would anger the management.
STEPHEN: And that's the Wørd. We'll be right back.
Fandom: Fake News
Characters: Stephen Colbert, ensemble
Word Count: 196 (including indications of who's saying what, because I was too lazy to go through and remove 'em)
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: This was actually an "audition" to write lyrics for a musical-in-the-making called "Pundits." peapods42 gave me the prompt 'The song is called "The Word" sung by Stephen and the cast. Call and response. Choose a topic, but have it be pertinent to either Stephen/"Stephen" personally or some major event/news piece from the past three years. [...] something like "The Internet is for Porn." Serious followed by something hilarious.' The next day, I had this. Originally posted here (have to be a member of fakenews_fanfic to view it).
(peapods42's post on the musical is here.)
The Wørd
STEPHEN: Which brings us to...Tonight's Wørd!
"Anger Management"!
Now some elitist, East-coast, liberal, tolerazi stoners intent on lighting their bongs with burning flags! might say I have anger management issues! But to them I say...
STEPHEN: I manage my anger here four nights a week,
When the future of right wing-ed values seems bleak.
CAST: Everyone's future seems bleak with conservatives in charge.
STEPHEN: I wield my great anger, my rage do I vent,
To shout down the voices of liberal dissent!
CAST: And rationality and logic and reason at large.
STEPHEN: I protect against their commie gay-genda,
While my emotional health is put through the blenda.
SOMEONE: Does that rhyme even count--
STEPHEN: SHUT UP! ...Moving on.
STEPHEN: Count on me to deliver the truthiness,
With great volume and American ballsiness!
CAST: Next on the agenda: Redefine the English language.
STEPHEN: I don't fear my health as I lead my Nation!
Show me the proof of my deterioration!
CAST: Maxed out blood pressure's probably a reasonable gauge.
STEPHEN: 'Sides, soft-spoken reasoning don't pay the rent.
And the low ratings would anger the management.
STEPHEN: And that's the Wørd. We'll be right back.