Fabrications
The truth is concealed by many branches,
Hidden behind a litany of lies.
If by accident a singe word is valid,
It is even to themselves, a great surprise.
We've tried to find veracity in the muddle
Of unsupported facts and plain froufrou.
With November lurking just around the corner,
We have a lot of scoop finding to do.
A lie is still a lie when dressed in fashion.
The truth is just as puzzling to unveil.
Setting politics aside we must be cautious.
Our country is at stake, we must not fail.
For this election I'll be an analyzer.
I will sift through every single bit of garnish.
My detection skills, I'll polish to perfection,
Removing from those lies, their coat of varnish.
Written: 8/7/2016
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