Picnic
How then by trite opinion
should foul ink print its confusion
and in the guise of truth
and the flurry of news
be a rabble of hype
for its own concocted proof
Each lie spread gourmet upon the pallet
televised splattered kaleidoscopic
lays its checkered past of a picnic blanket
over the bedazzled uncertain
and bound to be concerned
riddled me fiddled-indeed members of the public
Such a story mayhap have been of some worth
yet no more of a Globe in Boston's Spotlight
but bark discontent from dim lit sofas
as the paparazzi flood the inglorious network
But gather yee all to the fetid ink
the blithering, chattering, gathering of mouths
deny the collusive criminal link
yes it dissipates ominous political clouds
and welcomes all to the cherries pick
to take your pick at the printable picnic
Surprise in a prize
glitter, flatter the pages of Hola !
might as well drink from the font of a tabloid sewer
who cares if the stick has muddied the water
everyone seems to emerge
so much cleaner
Riddled me fiddled-indeed members of the public
and by trite persuasion accept deception
but lay in the sun
have a moment of fun
while the Cosa Nostra of political persuasion
drop their bombs
steal your children
run amok in your well informed opinions
and pay the paparazzi to print the ink
of your own self deception
Copyright © Colin Mitchell Williams | Year Posted 2019
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