Tell the lost I'm here to stay
I'm sorry that it has to be this way
If we're all stuck on an island
Will one of us be crowned king
Or is The Lord of the Flies not really your thing?

Books tell us lies
And I'm screaming non-fiction
But history has a bad habit of misdirection
And freedom of the press means freedom to know the truth
Until freedom of free speech becomes freedom of lies from between reporter's teeth.

I'm talking directly to you now
Deadpool enjoys breaking the fourth wall
But between me and you
There never really have been any walls
Except the one called misunderstanding
And if you can hear me over the static in this transmission
Then I think it's okay
Time to pack up and call it a day.

I can call this poetry now, right?
I put in some emotion and rhymes
I gave these words some of my time
And the narrative ain't clear,
But then again neither is my mind
So I'll put the pen down for another time.