Cameras Fading
Some sad charade that never endsThe cameras fading in and out of scenes
All the wasted green hiding behind blue screens
Looking for the even trade winds
In a moment Now
An announcement will be made
Big News, still the same charade
What a shame, Oh Wow
Microphone Words, Scripted Lines
Listen closely who Opines
Blank Numbers Marching Jumble Pose
Catch the flashback cash jarring throws
Lights out and Night's away
Waiting for blinds of gray
All the wasted green hiding behind blue screens
The cameras fading in and out of scenes . . .
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Editors' choiceWritten on 2019-05-16 at 23:37
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