Song: Conspiracy Theory Poem by Dave SmithWhite

We will all go out in sunshine,
And will come back in the dark;
With the secret state provocateurs,
The agent and the narc.

So it's business as usual.
But on closer perusal,
A deep sense of personal loss.
It's business as usual,
Amidst a desperate refusual,
To accept any blame or the cost.

Conspiracy theories: you know it's just really,
The way the world works for the haves and have-nots.
Conspiracy theories: with agendas of queries,
Connivance, collusion, setups and plots.

There are bulls amok in the china shop,
With tuskers in the mall;
And the elephant in the room is agitprop,
For the buskers beneath the wall.

Conspiracy theory: common knowledge as merely,
False news going viral while truth takes to it's cot.
Conspiracy theory: we all should be leery,
For that which confounds us will tie us in knots.

Conspiracy theories: you know that they're clearly,
Red meat for the trolls and the rabid crackpots.
Conspiracy theories: will we pay for them dearly?
When the shill frames the target they'll soon call the shots.

There are keyboard cats on laptops,
With a music scratch and scrawl.
When will the dance come to a stop,
And who will drop the ball?

Conspiracy theories: new ones appear yearly.
Conspiracy theories: as if part of a series.
Conspiracy theory: when the outlook is dreary.
Conspiracy theory: so touchingly feel-y.

Conspiracy theory: so attractive and nearly.
Conspiracy theory: wild, woolly and eerie.
Conspiracy theory: I've had enough and am weary.
Conspiracy theory: I'm fed up and I'm teary!