The studio is quiet now.
The staff has all clocked out.
The issues have been flogged to death.
There's no room left for doubt.
He turns the "On Air" sign to "Off."
The microphone is too.
Yet he stays in his seat and thinks.
There's still work left to do.
He judges right and wrong all day,
heroically and hurried.
But judging a beauty pageant leaves him,
frankly, rather worried.
For what does he know of beauty—
of fields of stars or flowers?
He is the star, fielding incoming calls
every day for hours.
He deals with pageantry all the time.
He's got some talent there.
He practices his scowl
a very studied stare.
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