• alisdaire_ocaoimph 9w

    The show

    We sit
    Where the telly plays
    In rudimentary sways
    To our day
    To lay
    Thick to deceit all we see.
    They play us to be
    For all they can
    In media lies, we scan
    Whats lent
    Is the image they craft
    A sinking raft
    Imbued to sink us upon
    The song
    Of their righteous show
    The flow
    Where designed
    We fall silent.

    Alisdaire O'Caoimph