Post Truth
This is the age of - Man, I really need a break!
This is the age, dear brother, when all the news is fake.
The taxman just took all my cash, the dentist my last tooth,
and Santa Claus they stole away as everything's post truth.
I need imaginary money to pay the imaginary rent.
my debt to an imaginary landlord for a room I did invent.
Copyright © Julian Scutts | Year Posted 2020
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