True..Too true.

It’s true,

And it’s real,

It’s tragic,

And it’s a very sad ideal. . .

That you have destroyed our fantasies,

Betrayed our sweet, imagined, seraphic vulgarities,

And replaced them all with your own confected, so-called reality…

That offers us nothing but desecrated, emotional negativity.

It’s true,

And it’s real,

What you offer for what you steal,

Is of lower value than beggar’s gruel,

What measure of a celestial king’s ransom,

Could replace dreams we create for our heart’s enhancement?

We rue,

And we construe,

Life’s reality which is so raw it hurts to embrace,

And of those experiences so cruel we daydream to replace,

With a more pleasant fantasy, a more delightful entrance,

Of course we know it is but a reverie, a lover’s fancy.

So..

Let it be true,

Let it be real,

Better than your filth,

Better than your misconstrues,

 Those lies you offer to replace our dreams,

Trash that you manufacture as avatar schemes,

Then try to flog to us as the future ideal,

A nightmare of false, banal life we can neither touch nor feel. . .

It’s now true,

And it’s now real,

It’s also tragic,

And it’s a very, very bad deal!