They said that they'd air the story at seven,
right after sports, before the credits,
on Channel 13 with Dick Knipfing
and his co-anchor, some token Mexican chick.

We waited through the headlines:
Albuquerque officer sentenced for rape,
Kingpin taken down in Santa Fe.
The forecast saw mostly scattered storms.

Michael Jordan was a game away from a ring.
The commercial break arrived like a drum roll
before the National Anthem
or a firing squad using a single blank.

I was wearing the white gecko t-shirt,
and jean shorts below my knees,
A fishing rod, twice my size at my side.
When I smiled I revealed three holes in my mouth.

They deleated my speech.
I told them how "we lost a trout
but it was allright cuz grandma made us lunch anyways,"
I just saw myself smile and wave to the camera.

they even put words in my mouth like,
"Jeremy says he'll eat everything he catches."
The news anchors giggled and called it a night.
My mom pressed stop on the VCR,

I gagged on their lines, corny, they lied
some tides never rise above a certain crest
but can still do damage. From age eight I learned
I guess my voice will never be heard.