Fake News

“I had nothing to do with Russia,” he said sensuously into the microphone
Like a conspirator in a Dutch beer hall
Flashes from the camera
A smile, a wink

Scandalous clouds overhead
Never mind the rain
It’s harmless compared to those them there vaccines
“If you only knew the horror of fake news,” he said

“It’ll turn you this way and that, you’ll never know what hit you”
A palace of intrigue echoed his words
Just give into the palatable sentiment
What good is a memory
An accurate recollection
When the universe is putty to those ever flapping lips?

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