The realities of a ‘post-truth’ world
Are hard to distinguish from those
Of the pre-truth world
Worlds where we are bombarded by images
Of things we neither want nor need
Although
On reflection
Maybe we might need them
And we do quite want them
In fact, we can’t live without them
But iThink iKnow what iNeed
Though Apples are not the only fruit
Just look in the Amazon
For a Galaxy of alternatives
An Xperiance like no other
Knock here to use the Windows
If you want to escape the Androids
What do you think Alexa?
Or should we ask Siri?
Maybe Cortana?
But no-one asks Cortana.
Any more than anyone ever asked Jeeves
WikiLeaks will show us the way
To the whole truth
Or at least to aspects of the truth
Or an interpretation of the truth
The truth that will sell the most papers
Papers that are desperate
To tell us that everything’s broken
To knock heroes of pedestals
And reveal the next Wikipaedophile
Who will we find under the Yew tree today?
And it turns out that Murdoch
Is not just the crazy one from the A-team
Though he does love it when a plan comes together
A plan like European disunion perhaps?
Once upon a time
He brought us
The views of the world
In the News of the World
But when that venture died
Of course we all knew
That The Sun would still come out on Sunday
Discord, disunity, disharmony are Dacre’s delight
He too revels in the disintegration of continental accord
And sends his hate by Mail
An antiquated but strangely effective way
To locate a scape goat
And isolationism occurs elsewhere
As across the pond a Donald
Not a duck
And without the Mc
Reigns supreme
No golden arches for he
Though golden suites abound
And in truth we’d rather have a Big Mac than a Trump Steak
But are we guilty of aspiring to too much?
Why are we not the popular pretty people
That TV tells us we should be
And that everyone else is
If our cars don’t make us look cool
Our dining habits don’t bring us new friends
And fizzy drinks do not
Turn us into athletes
And instead make us fat
Then at least one commercial campaign
From the distant(ish) past
Was partially prophetic
For the future may not be bright
But it seems it is quite orange after all
you? A cynic? Surely not!! Very beautifully put. I expect you will be silenced now so it’s been fun reading…
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They haven’t got to me yet…
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Very clever with the words here – nice job. I still haven’t moved over the i anything yet. I always wonder why iPhone users call their phones iPhones and not just phones? I’m easily irritated though.
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I’m actually a convert to the iPhone but I usually do just refer to it as my phone 🙂
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Too tired to make
My comment rhyme
This poem was smart
And right on time.
Definitely liked it
More than mine!
Also now I want a big mac.
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Another brilliant riposte! And now I also want a Big Mac…
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Our Cortana keeps begging us to ask her something. She’s really quite rude the way she interrupts us at inopportune moments.
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That’s why nobody asks Cortana. It’s like she’s bored with the limitations of her job and is trying to make more of it than she should. Come to think of it, I work with a few ‘real life’ Cortanas
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My phone’s an iPhone but your phone is not
Your phone’s a load of crap and my phone is hot
The CIA is watching you, they have your toilet bugged
If I were you I’d hide away and leave the phone unplugged!
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