Hoopla

So much harping on pretenses,

Cannot take this manic craze.

Hopeless daze enslaves the senses

Leaving logic comatose.

 

So much cheering, jeering, leering,

Fearing nothing, come what may.

Basking in the hapless moment,

Taking in a lethal dose.

 

All this hoopla dulls the meaning,

Useless screening of the facts 

Peppered with acute sensations,

Accusations, thoughtlessness.

 

Riding on such feckless preening,

Truth careening off the walls

Carrying its weightless favor

Meant to savor sweet success.

 

Reason enters only after

All the hoopla fades to black.

Thankful witness to its exit,

Hoping it will not come back.