Our reality is a drunken construct
A mis-remembered past, full of subtle flavours and nuanced deceptions
Flattering presentations and misconceptions.
Chaotic events re-ordered to make a sort of sense
Truths backed up with the evidence that buys into our
Preconceived notions, our media chosen
To enhance arguments and make us seem
Like armchair pundits rehearsing, rehashing
And confirming long held fictions as fact.