Already, the truth is in the past,

Now a society drawn to excitement,

Chooses a familiar script,

Relies upon everyone’s entertainment.

A man died at the hands of a psychosis,

So write it off as an absence of mental health.

We need to wait a minute or two,

Or perhaps a week and more,

So settling in the dusty absence

Of truth and circumstance,

We come to a familiar conclusion.

It’s what supports a natural death,

Or that of evil in a world of helplessness.

Study hard the vast opinions,

Of our world stuck in low gear.