Selling Panic Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Selling panic.
Quicker than the flash,
Of a lightening bolt.
And much faster,
Than the spreading...
Of fresh lies to tell.
Sizzling hot,
By professional gossipers told.
Done.
And remarkably enough,
From 'social distances'.

Selling panic.
And graphic with depictions.
Exaggerated to capture visions,
Of headless horsemen.
Riding through the woods,
Surrounding neighborhoods everywhere.
Dropping ghosts...diseased.
Then leaving the people in despair.

And nowhere is their a cure.
To relieve them from their anxieties.
Even those who smoke up their legalized weed,
Are in anguish to perceive their next 'fix'...
Will not do the trick to lift them higher.
Than the usual high they normally get.

Selling Panic has done this.
And assisted by hand picked rumor mongers.
Doing their best to find unconscious minds.
On the edge of sanity.
Hoping they will buy and hoard to store,
More deceptions to delude.