Nobody knows

Nobody knows

It is all a matter of degree

How deeply delved

Is the search for truth

When any answer can be found

To meet an expectation

With nary a flick of the finger

Between fact and fiction

Gone is the day

When knowledge took

Precedence

The conference of power

A debate in exclusivity

Rhetoric a language

In need of translation

For general consumption

A literary publication

More than a journal

Written for surfers

Is this foolish fakery

For real

When poetry becomes a discourse

In broken prose.

Sentimentality

And romance are common currency

When they speak ‘my story’

Too much store is given

To the word

So easily read

Without privilege or confirmation

Of source material

Casually distributed

Flung far and wide

Exponentially rewarded

Too highly regarded

If truth be known

When the image

It creates strikes a chord

A hallowed halleluiah

A my sweet lord

An empathetic accord.

The veracity of a claim

Is conferred by weight of numbers

Watch me bleed

Upon the page

Look the pain is real

It happens in real time

What is the real crime

The proliferation of words

Or the possibility

We laud mediocrity

Because it brings us

Closer to success

A meritocracy

To celebrate

How right thinking

All of our friends really are

When we all agree

With one another.