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
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