The wheel rolls on, and we roll with it – too
wrapped up in cycles that we can’t control
our appetite, that swallows stories whole:
forever craving News that must be New.
New! Man on doorstep filmed by camera crew –
New! Politician lies while selling soul –
New! Once fit woman, now declared a troll –
New! Someone said a thing. It’s déjà vu
without the sense of existential dread;
like watching Hamlet, only then to find
it’s Murder of Gonzago on instead.
Try as you might, the VT won’t rewind –
it’s endless, like the ticker, top of frame:
the actors change, the play remains the same.