The more we do to you, the less you seem to believe we are doing it.” – Dr. Mengele

Propaganda billboards
are strung up by motorways
to warn you not to miss the
latest episode of Jersey Shore.

What’s that, Perkins?
Rogers told you that our truth is wrong,
Rogers is a liar.  Our truth is always right,
Say it! That’s a good boy.  Have a gold star

Propaganda billboards
are strung up by motorways
to warn you not to miss the
latest episode of Jersey Shore.

You run after the social media, bobbing like apples,
in front of your face,
whilst a cane of Palestinian bone whips your backside.
But then you slow to a walk.  You’re not quite sure why,
we didn’t do anything, did we?
I’m glad you agree.

Propaganda billboards
are strung up by motorways
to warn you not to miss the
latest episode of Jersey Shore

What’s that, Perkins?
Rogers told you that there are a multitude of truths
and it’s up to us which ones we believe in.
Rogers is wrong.  We are the truth.
Say it! That’s a good boy.  Have a gold star.

Propaganda billboards
are strung up by motorways
to warn you not to miss the
latest episode of Jersey Shore

Fallen birds with broken wings,
the marching feet of the Israeli drumbeat,
Ebola flying over oceans at supersonic speed,
fizzle into Goetze’s German winning goal,
brats being beaten down
and trash ready to abort for her 15 minutes of fame.

Propaganda billboards
are strung up by motorways
to warn you not to miss the
latest episode of Jersey Shore

Repeat a lie often enough and it becomes the truth,
isn’t that right?

*Author’s Notes*

Thanks to my Liverpudding a.k.a Todesengel for this awesome quotation.  So as usual dark, disjointed work from me.  I’ll write a happy poem soon.  I promise! Pinky promise! Virtual brownies for you if you understand all of the allusions.  Let me know what you think in the comments.  Hmm, I guess this is similar to Silence in content really…

This is the latest in my collection of poetry based off quotations.

1. Left Behind

2. Shattered

3.  Crystal

4. Revival

5. Silence

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