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.

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