Disillusioned

poem

Disillusioned.

 

I have grown sick of false pretence.

The lies which masquerade as truth.

Advertisements which cause offence

Which make false claims they cannot prove..

 

False claims which merit stern reproof

What can they say in self defence?

But platitudes which do not soothe

I have grown sick of false pretence.

 

Their lies may make commercial sense.

They offer no convincing proof.

The pay no heed to consequence

The lies which masquerade as truth.

 

Happily ignoring truth

The advertisers lack the sense.

To recognise their lies won’t soothe.

Advertisements which cause offence.

 

Their lies insult our common sense

But they continue to pursue

A campaign based on false pretence.

They make false claims they cannot prove.

 

Why should they bother with the truth

When lies produce more recompense

Though they profess to offer proof

Their protestations make no sense.

I have grown sick.

Monday, 28 January 2013