Fragmented Verse

My fragmented verse hardly terse, blatant and unrehearsed - little snippets uncaged inked upon the written page random thoughts, abbreviated rage; just like the evening news death, disaster, scandals untrue and true for the visionary review; it could be any one of us who knew him or her, me or you waiting for our cue, with all our flaws and past mistakes what's left to take the news that's fake? and like the cable analysis of the few exaggerated and often misconstrued the reality is barely ever truly viewed; cancel culture, lie, and truth who pays the final cost and dues? Just me and you.