Scratching at the same surfaces
With the endless repetition of
The same beat and funk,
Stuck in a groove; the same groove.
Rebranded and repackaged as new,
But still the same old, same old chatter.
Wringing out inane details with intensity,
As audiences wait to devour those truths
Chat show dramatics and revelations,
Hosted between the heavens and beyond.
Mundane living clamours for attention,
The rises and falls are exposed at will;
Breaking-news breaks interrupt boredom.
That there is nothing to report causes worry,
Perhaps an actual happening can be mentioned.
©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 15/02/2016