Tabloid Poem by Anthony Dawson

Words forced into my brain
From these arranged insights
Spongy intake of gossip
Tabloid
Money spinners
Believers naive
Sensational plastic information
How does one find truth?

One form takes a story and runs
The others follow
Without asking 'is there another side'?

Everytime I turn a page
Change a channel
view a screen
Listen intently
I am not being told what is really occurring

We are bonded at times by lies

Precarious