Accustomed to This Farce

With apologies to My Fair Lady…

I’ve grown accustomed to this farce
It almost makes the day begin
I’ve grown accustomed to the lies
From fake beguiling eyes
The smears, the snark, the bite, the bark
Are second nature to them now
We see that truth’s no longer ‘in’
So serenely hypocritical they point their fingers so
Accusing others of their sins they’ve nowhere else to go
Till we’re accustomed to their play, accustomed to their force
Accustomed to this farce

I’ve grown accustomed to the shows
And the fake news media spin
I’ve grown accustomed to dismay
When it gets worse every day
The lies replete are on repeat
It’s second nature to them now
To raise the stakes beyond all sense
I’m very grateful that they’re crazy and so easy to dismiss
Rather like regret we feel from sweet betrayal’s kiss
But I’m accustomed to the threat of something in the air
Accustomed to them there.

 

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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