Everything so black and white,
And wrapped up so tight,
With a neat little bow,
And standards so low.

Truth is a meal better served in small portions,
Next to the main course: romantic distortion,
Piled high with blatant falsities,
Not to mention ludicrous inanities.

What you see is only true if it sounds good,
The blatant unreality is easily withstood,
Romantic flair for our infortainment,
Worldviews are just for entertainment.

Despite objections, you are no Copernican,
You know the importance of you and your kin,
It’s for you that the sun does rise,
You and your grand ego size.

Dramatic situations,
Egotistic frustrations;
The One True Answer,
The martyr’s woes,
All served on a silver platter,
With mood lighting and a rose.