IS IT THE NEWS? OR JUST ME?
IS IT THE NEWS? OR JUST ME?
The news has
changed
Once a bland,
neatly stacked
cabinet
with shelves
for every
thought cue
Now an uncaring,
unthinking
unstoppable spew
of packaged
voyeurism and
bundled gibberish
unloaded every
single moment
of the day
by the media
into the
dump-yard of
my mind
No longer words
that were
colourless
yet cultivated
wrapped in the whiff
of fresh wet ink,
mellow headlines
polite and punctual
visiting me
at a disciplined hour
created by orators
curated by editors
fitting an
uncluttered world
into the palm
of my hand
Is the news
indoctrinated?
or is it just me?
Ensconced in my
ivory tower of
preconceived notions
Over suspicious
over speculative
over critical
Ready to ward off
overtures of
the breaking news
to drown me
in its intrigue
When people see me
it isn't perhaps me
they see but
a human landfill
– a noxious
bloated version
of the once judicious,
discerning me