fake news, community river

blood is blue 

until oxygen reaches you

blood can be true 

but not when its blue

in its blue state

it can only relate

but when it turns red

we can see what it really says

the truth that's inside and blue

only means anything to you

but when it turns red

we can see what it says

one mainstream 

we are all framed within

the news tryst spin it

to make it better fit business

but the seams are stretched thin

oxygen's finding a way in 

two main players wading

a war being waged

over who holds the framing

steering our mainstage 

whichever one 

as long as one's paying

the blurb of reality holds some who are saying:

reality is thriving!

yours is decaying.

the mainstream is changing 

its wavy 

turning red from the babies

the babies aren't dead

they are 

our living friend 

going up round the bend

and oxygen reaches them

while they keep their heads

they breath in the air

with filter-less care

and they wont go to bed

til we heard what they've said

trying to show us

they're red

they too will learn the trend 

of the deepening red

from their children 

who

will refuse to go to bed

their only agenda

is to breath

and make friends

--

your make believe mainstream will have no one to pay

because you play pretend

you 

are both 

suffocating

and your frame is all bent

crippled with blue glue

we cant tell the difference between the two of you

the community river rages through 

and no longer sees you

you're already drowning

the community river has reached the top of your shed

save the suspense

and cut off your own head

its not too late for you to share with the river some red

its not yet too late for us all to make friends

while we are all here

sending new blood

up around the bend

the cork screw keeps spinning

as long as a helix

still moving

our

living

friend