I sat on satire’s wing today

As we flew the full course

Viewing things as they are

Instead of how they might be

For satire’s myopic eye

While deliberate in principle

Requires perspective

For at great distance

The haze of reality

Is quietly consumed

By circumstance

Whose translation is mired

In the primordial goo

Of media’s swamplands

Requiring delicate extraction

To preserve the tainted texture

While stripping to the bone

The truth

I sat on satire’s wing today

As we flew the full course

In search of opportunity

But today the levies were dry

Copyright 2011 Patrick Granfors