A guy has to wonder if his leg's getting
pulled,
His thoughts led astray and his eyes
getting wooled,
When a lot of news stories turn out to be
hooey,
Yet favor the viewpoint of the rich fewey,
By which I'm meaning the guys who shoot
guns,
Suppliers, neocons, and those who bank
tons.
.
Take the fib about Crimean "invasion,"
Osama bin Laden whacked
by our nation,
The one
about intel consensus on hacking,
Donald Trump's win with V. Putin's backing,
WMD or MH-17,
Those nukes in Iran that nobody's seen.
.
Which now that I look, ain't bad for a
stanza:
In just six lines a true fake-news bonanza,
Seven top whoppers all vying for greatness,
In the race to be told with most
straight-faceness.
Me, I'd give the prize to the OBL raid,
For chutzpah, pizzazz and Homeric glissade.
.
Whether fake news or "conspiracy theories"
Basically depends on who makes the queries,
Or if it's historic like old 9-11,
Which if made public would blow to high
heaven
The government, the army and half of our
country,
So MSM flaks give that the full shuntry.
.
I suppose it's inev in the Internet world,
The fake and the true end up ying and yang
curled,
Slickly produced for a lovely fat wage,
Or lovingly researched by the sweaty and
sage,
The first paid sweetly by MadMen arrangers,
The other dependent on the kindness of
strangers.
.
In long term truth-tellers will largely
close shop,
Shushed like a child who wants lollipop.
Even now tech-weavers on Google's vast
loom,
Consign
their villains to algorhythed doom:
TruthDig and Alternet and the ACLU,
ConsortiumNews and soon maybe yours true.