55: word of the mouth!

word of the mouth!
hear the gospel-boy singing out
his heart to tunes of our rumour-fueled views

the constant need to be surrounded
by inflamed truth and the expansion of others.

to make ourselves full of that which isn't.

to make us consider the placement of time,
to envelope it all in surrendering media army.

let those soldiers do their march
and their sins will be forgiven
in our masses at the 6 O'Clock News.
those priests ought to hang themselves with those lies
spewing from the anchorman's desk.
take the microphone and run, just don't be frigid.