Making News

That unread fresh news,
and the smell of the paper, unused;
Sliced and diced for consumption,
yours and mine,
our lives,
on the front page of the edition;
Cryptic crosswords,
or posing for stardom,
or murdered for fame;
Everything, from the incredible to the lame;
Selling us, spread out,
like jam and butter,
with piping hot cups of tea;
And the curious silly faces,
with spectacles pulled high up on their noses,
reading with concentration,
between the lines, our audience;
Like us,
they too imagine making money;
Marketing their lives, outside of their stories;
Drooling over our commercial success,
in comparable theory.

© soulreserve 2015

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