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