Answer ain't blowing in the wind
How many puppies must a car run over
Before it stops to shed a tear?
How many sweet lies must float
Before you see the tip of bitter truth?
How many thefts
Before one real thief is caught?
How many encounters to go
Before some light on one cold-blooded fake?
The answer, my friend
Sadly, ain't blowing in the wind!
Wool, my friend, is all over your eyes
It ain't what it seems
But the din of lies
Lies: colorful and white
Tweeted, posted, printed and, liked
Streamed, shared, re-shared, flashed
And, doubly faked
Richly cooked
Optimized on search engines
You'll never know
But, answer, my friend, we got to find!
[With apologies to Bob Dylan]
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