Think for yourself

While you still can

The proverbial shit

Is hitting the fan

Stood on the edge

Of a brave new world

Where every move

Will be controlled

Like in those dark

Dystopian tales

Where lies and the devil

Are in the details

But piecing together

And thinking it through

To try and work out

The false from the true

So much to ponder

And so much to doubt

But one thing is certain

We have been sold out

Rhyme and Reason

(c) K Wicks