To the screen we look,
Consuming the fast food
Of news and media’s
Rumour fat fact.
We’re obese on it.
It’s thick in our blood,
Congealed – congested.
If you asked us to change,
Try a different diet
– Thoughts healthy and positive –
We’d agree to affirmation
Then tiptoe in the secret night
To feast on 24 hour rolling junk.
We’d munch like we’re addicted
And smile the innocent lie
Each light day, remaining unchanged
As we had intended. Our need to live
In fear, the foodstuff from which our lives
Spread out in concentric rings.
© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015