Financing Fiction

Financing fiction.
And truth to delude.
With affording escapades,
For those who live to appreciate...
Living their lives in colorized imitation,
Safely feeling to be comforted...
By a threatening reality,
Kept far away from their minds.
Done to choose it easy to find,
Remaining unconscious and blind to facts...
Is more attractive.
Than a truth to remind them,
Others upset...
And allowing themselves,
To become distracted...
Whenever in the presence of reality acts.
Them and those who choose this performed,
Should be considered mavericks.
Nonconforming.
Seeking attention freely given to get.
In a society everyone knows,
That a picking from a variety to choose...
To either select or leave,
This kind of spice of life to live as is.
Or find another mall that offers,
Generic products more suitable to one's...
Expectations.

'Nothing these days happening to go on,
Makes little sense to me!'

'Especially at these prices,
Rising as they are to pay for duplicity.
There is nothing about this stuff,
That is original at all.
And one would think,
A being overwhelmed by all this variety...
Of a sameness.
More bargains found,
Could at least assist in lowering...
The aggravation levels everywhere.
With the price to pay for it,
Reaching out of pocket limits.'

'It's the financing of repetition,
To keep is all...
Deluded to fiction,
There is change to exchange...
Coming to receive,
From this denial to live in an unending...
Tolerating,
Of this normalizing nonsense!
Positively speaking, of course.'

'Of course.
What other choice is there to make?
From one mall to the next,
Even the faces of the people look familiar!
Away from politics.
And ethnically diversified.'

'That...
I had not noticed at all.'