Dave Bonta's "Tabloidal" is only four short lines, but it packs in a sharp judgment of the news. The speaker compares what appears in the papers to a plague: something that spreads on its own, feeds on itself, and has no mind behind it. The phrase "growing and not thinking" suggests stories multiplying without anyone stopping to ask whether they are true or worthwhile.
The last line, "like an ignorant ear," is the strangest and most interesting. An ear can only receive, never judge, so the image seems to point at the audience as much as the press. Gossip and sensational headlines survive because people keep listening. The title, a made-up adjective built from "tabloid," reinforces that sense of cheap, sensational reporting.
The mood is cold, wary, and a little disgusted. The speaker doesn't shout; the short, flat lines make the criticism sound like a calm diagnosis, which makes it feel all the more severe.