Weasel words
Tell me, why I should talk with you
If from lies you take your queue.
What’s the point of even listenin’
If intention’s not there for witnessin'
If it is so, not one word matters
What 'er you say, however loud,
Are merely words like passing clouds
Which disappear when said and done
Like dewdrops in the midday sun.
Untruths, deceits, misleading ways
From your mouth and what you say’s
Just sounds, but nought like useless cant.
When will we learn to say what we mean
Rather than our thoughts dry clean
With clever words and well planned phrases
Which our intention just erases.
Placing truth out of reach.
Use words to make the news sound sweet.
Our brains confused like wet cement.
Journalists try to force out the “truth”
Probing questions, a different route.
But when all is said and all is done
Intention stays and words just run,
Like drunkards shouting at the bar.
The whole charade a comic piece
Like baby talk with your new niece.
Blubber, joke and funny sounds,
No inspiration there to be found.
Better p’raps talk to the birds.
So next time someone says to you
Or same ol’, same ol’ tired ol' spiel?
Covered in verbiage and pretty words
Just think of what you've really heard.
Or should you, like a croc, jus' smile
While your mind runs off a mile