You Ain't Met Your Author

You Ain't Met Your Author

A poem by Michael Joseph Farrelly

All praise the info age
Blurring facts with fiction
The more you know the more you rage
A modern day affliction

This is why more is less
To control how you think
Excess the, precise mess
Division in a blink

The vista of your thought
Summed up in a headline
The story that you bought
Is why we're in decline

You thought you controlled your thoughts
But who/what placed them there?
Your mind is open and it courts
The charmed forked tongue of flair

Your mind it hopes, to be right
Seeks comfort in the crowd
That slogan pitch, to recite
Your ego listens loud

Latch onto their latest thing
Your fashion sense bar none
It clothes your mind with their bling
You think your star has shone

But you ain't met your author
Who you were meant to be
It's written in your aura
That your minds eye can see

You can control your thought
Clear your mind of grasp and grip
Lose sight of the tales you've bought
And question why the whip

You must query why and ask
Cui Bono, ev'ry time
Always pry, hold them to task
Expose their ev'ry crime

All praise the info age
Blurring facts with friction
The more you doubt the more they rage
And hit you with restriction

Let's rewind, less is more
You do know how to think
Liars, liars men of straw
You pulled back from the brink

"You Ain't Met Your Author" - My Inspiration

Seeing through the fog of jaw.

MJF

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