Reality is an uncut commercial—
It feels all wrong until it’s edited
To say something that isn’t controversial
And cater to the monkey in my head.
The slogan, not the sense, is what I hear
Because it echoes what I cannot say.
The more I’m terrified, the more I cheer
Whoever says he’ll take my fear away.
The image, not the truth, is what I see
And if it’s fake enough, I think it’s real.
An idiot can babble endlessly—
It’s how he looks that tells me what to feel.
The image rules, but it will not adore me
Until the monkey does my thinking for me.
Copyright 2016 Matthew J Wells