The only way the proof of truth,
Can be prevented from reaching...
An intended destination.
Is to announce it.
On a decorated float.
With it paraded on a day,
That has no reason to celebrate.
Or given cause why selected,
Beloved animated animals...
Have been picked and chosen to sit,
Looking as human as they can get.
Waving their furry paws.
While tossing candy canes,
And licorice sticks.
To then broadcast to hear loud and clear,
Over an enclosed PA system to those...
Normally at work.
But told they would be paid,
Three weeks of vacation pay.
To stop a decorated float.
Coming to provoke their kept delusions.
And 'that'...
Would be the only way the proof of truth,
Can be prevented from reaching...
An intended destination.
And with added assurance this prevention,
Achieves a wishful success...
Is with confetti thrown,
From atop drifting plastic clouds.
And perhaps a few angels.
Adorning wings, golden slippers and halos!
Producing a truth depicted from myths.
This to do to even create,
Should prevent the thought of truth...
From causing too much of a commotion!
Truth to fear these days,
Has become such a threat.
People are willing to pay any price,
To keep truth as far away...
As humanly possible truth can get.
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