Decoding

Questions are proliferating, people search for answers in old pants pockets in long discarded purses. The scampering feet of baby philosophers can be heard from the moon. The media is stymied, they are manipulating, confiscating and hiding behind the backs of massively overgrown ballers, willy-nilly they scribble an alternative reality upon indoor swimming pools. The manic mayhem of our daily grind is wearing our hair thin, Somebody should take control of the truth, but it keeps dodging questions and slamming doors behind it. Mark my words with invisible ink, scratch a cat behind its ears, somersault all you like but we are all getting overrun by imperfect pontifications by the indecent Doctors of spin. and all this endless self-questioning keeps replying over and over again but only in unbreakable code.