Monday, February 14, 2011

Of Rumors and Rabbits

A rumor is irresistible
Like a fuzzy little bunny
People love to nuzzle up close and get a dose of gossip
That sweet morsel of story
They swallow it whole
Lose control, regurgitate the tale
And watch it hop on down the bunny trail

Hippity hoppity, hippity hoppity watch that tale grow

Rumors eat away at the facts
Like bunnies, they invade the garden of knowledge
And reap the fruit of perception
Hey, we can set semantical traps
Catch them in the act
Tag the survivors
Watch them in their natural habitat
Then, we can introduce a predator

            The truth

Oh, those poor little bunnies
They never hurt nobody

But, with the mourning, there comes a fog
Creeping from the bog of memory
Our bunnies have become rabbits
Running away with our imaginations
From a distance we can’t see the difference
            Between reality and fabrication

As for truth…

Who says rabbits aren’t carnivores?
We found the carcass in the garden

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