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