Word.

Information poisoned this nation,
No one can resist the temptation.
I too drank from the tainted cup,
Connected forever - can't hang up.

I am cheap to buy, easy to sell.
My trnansactions don't always end well.
Taking a left whle making a right,
Sometimes it's hard to keep it all in sight.

Lose a few tears - gain some despair,
But always with hope; it's always there.
Flipping a smile, muting a laugh,
For good is never the simple path.
My wrongs have a right, my right brings on pain,
Turning and turning into the rain.
Circling around with nothing to do,
Say one word and I'll be there for you...

Yet every word is but a drawing,
Clinging onto my soul while clawing,
Through a scanner viewed and inspected,
Broken down by letter - dissected,
Till there's nothing left for me to see,
With no care, no hope, no sympathy.

But looking back at this painting before,
The beauty there is worth living for.
Words are easy to sell, cheap to buy,
Sometimes truth is worth less than a lie.
It's all in the words - all written here;
So don't let this painting disappear.