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Australian poet, Facebook fact checking, Formal poetry, poem, poetry, sonnet, Spenserian sonnet, Truth Police
๐ ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ข๐ญ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ซ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก ๐๐จ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐
A knock upon the door disturbs the peace:
โWe know youโre in there sir, let us inside!
We are, perhaps youโve guessed, the Truth Police,
And we have solid proof that you have lied.
A certain lie you posted has been spied
By our Fact-checkers โ open up the door!
There is no place to run, no place to hide!
We have our orders to enforce the law,
And liars like you no way will we ignore!
Now let us in! You lying terrorist!โ
(They bash the door down, throw me to the floor,
Put in the boot.) โNow we are really pissed!
We asked you nicely โ you would not comply.
Now youโll learn facts are fiction โ thatโs no lie.โ
โ D.N. OโBrien