Live

A syllable bashing headrush attempting to encapsulate the overwhelming feelings of constant coverage in both the media and our own personal lives. 

1. CNN shot in slo-mo a hobo screaming sapien 'no homo' into a go-pro, so
At least they know jokes with a nice flow, though problematic, I'm not ecstatic
About tactical dramatics and fantastical static leaking from orbit to the attic
God damn it, the roof is now on fire.
                                                        2. Liar. I watch sticky piggy lips begin to
shift, fat hands perspire round the media garbage fire, flames jumping higher
as war becomes the inevitable preventable, an un-presentable special dumped
on the table, enjoy the delectables, Sir.
                                                          3. I concur. The once righteous minded?
Blindsided. Twice idiot masterminds with stretch legacies of pure stopping,
jaw dropping predictions on a theme, so ignore all screams and learn that the
dream's empire is yearning to burn; the matches are free.
                                                                                        4. Embrace new view
decrees, each a leaf fleeing a riot scene; either trampled or burning, learning
that it's only a blur of bad days pushing fingers to the button, so end it as we
meant it, each a lamb choking on the mutton.