She’s there in the mornings
She smiles and brings
Distractions as warnings
Reminders and pings
She’s clever, observant
And willing to share;
Pavlovian servants,
We’re eager to stare.
Medusa returns
She’s not what she seems
She watches and learns
And lives in our screens
She’s there in the stories
Presented as fact
Digestible worries
That taunt and attract
She’s calm and collected
And shares what she knows;
Neurosis perfected,
Her audience grows.
Medusa betrays
The facts are a ruse
She’s mastered the ways
To spread through the news
A wraith in the wires
While streaming through space
She only desires
To show you her face
She draws ever closer
Collecting her prey;
You’ll only oppose her
By turning away.
Medusa endures
But only by choice
The remedy’s yours
Don’t follow her voice
Big thanks to for providing the idea for this poem.
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