This is a bitter pill coming from Canada's best paper , everyone else ranks somewhere below
Random newspapers , never very good ,
but they didn't have to be , people just bought them .
Money was made , great gobs of money ,
No one ever asked or quality . It only cost a dime.
Ever changing , daily .
If you didn't like the story of the day ,
tomorrow would be different.
Weirdly intelligent , eclectic , sometimes safe .
Weirdly bold ,
“Can we be sued”, was the only question .
“Don't give a damn”, was often the answer .
They just bought it , and it just sold .
Weirdly heroic and full of brass.
Once ,arrogant , street tough , our market knew us.
God like , street wise , forthright ,
forged steel from a thousand lost bar fights.
Connected to the dark side , even St . Jude would turn his head.
Steel eyed , the only thing that mattered was , can we take 'em.
They just bought newspapers , we never ever sold them .
No one ever knew why . But we always knew where.
News boxes at busy street corners , outside factories ,
from the hands of children and hawkers .
The hard sell and an easy box ,take one take 'em all .
It's only a dime .
The business that was always threatened , or always for sale .
Brashness came from always being near death ,
and Unforgiven
Fear of death alway made it strong and free .
Till now.