By Andrew R. Duckworth
Spin the wheel
As if furious hands had never unleashed,
A clever narrative
Drafted from reality
But edited into fantasy.
Spin the wheel.
I hear it is a quite fun activity
In the news room,
Narratives play out
And narratives win out,
But the narrative of the boy who cried wolf
Seems to come to mind
As some sort of cautionary tale
In a way it never was before,
Where the top cries wolf
And the bottom soon doesn’t trust.
But spinning seems a never ending game,
For those who perform the same
Hoping for a different outcome.