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Poets are getting hysterical;

news media cycles, 

cashes, cycles again,

running a small marathon 

to the tune of ad revenue and 

profit margins; the world grows 

more confusing by the minute, 

harder to predict, and while we attempt

to lip read 

the private conversations 

made by 

wealthy politicians, god only knows 

what might be happening 

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behind the curtains 

            we cannot see.

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This is an age of manufactured consent,

of geo-political gymnastics, 

theatricality, bread, games,

a stage,

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and I cannot shake the feeling 

that its true design 

is to distract us 

from that which we cannot afford 

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to see.

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If I was making big decisions - the kind

that decide 

the outcome of a country - I wouldn't want 

anybody to be paying attention to me,

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I'd want their eyes on someone else

        so I could move my pieces, privately.

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