A Conspiritutorial

Conspiracy is an abundant playground
Endlessly resourced in cursory checks
and deep dives into a plethora of Global
storytelling and galactic superlatives
Full of truths and fictions quivering to 
fill the belly of our hungry need to know,
to find, to be assured that something,
anything might make sense out of the senseless 

Isn't it all a tease at our sensibilities?
Every bit of complaint and justifiable  
a wiggling finger at our ridiculousness, at 
our flagrant act of exaggeration gone rogue
Maybe at our simple desire to find a normal
in the clearly 'who the hell knows that anyway"
You're making it up as you go along aren't you?
You're creative like that in the 8 Billion of us
Making it up as the filters to your thinking
stretch and contract like water to ice
And then it all melts to a puddle at your feet

And what does it all matter anyway what your mind
conspires to when all around us is a puddle that
Is now an ocean and so many are drowning?
Drowning in the Storylines that hold us ransom
to partial truths and late night boozing.
Tossed into a murky sea of fake news and questionable
fact finding that someone can not wait to tag you in
FaceBook perfect and you're it, I promise
Gather you to the bosom of their brilliance 
Offer you the cult tee-shirt and the promise that
you are part of absolute clarity supremely 
You gave your Sovereignty away for what price?
Conspiracy . . .  Sign me up please and thank you
  
COPyright.  jeanne adwani