by Phyllis Frakt
Do you still believe
your world is real?
How medieval! So passé!
Abandon all hope,
enter our new reality—
facts are what we say.
We control the news,
can change it at our whim.
Technology will comply,
repeat the truth of every lie
in a thick mix of duplicity
on Fox, Facebook, X, AI.
We flood the zone,
you can't catch up.
Chaos is our game!
We still call it freedom.
But when something goes awry,
Joe Biden is to blame.
your world is real?
How medieval! So passé!
Abandon all hope,
enter our new reality—
facts are what we say.
We control the news,
can change it at our whim.
Technology will comply,
repeat the truth of every lie
in a thick mix of duplicity
on Fox, Facebook, X, AI.
We flood the zone,
you can't catch up.
Chaos is our game!
We still call it freedom.
But when something goes awry,
Joe Biden is to blame.
Phyllis Frakt writes poetry in New Jersey. She has published six previous poems in The New Verse News.