Mythologies

Send reinforcements: we’re going to advance...

It can’t happen nowadays; we’ve got a press,
Their errors are seldom of size or excess;

Deliberate lies? Yes,
But...

Send reinforcements: we’re going to advance...

No smoke without fire: every rumour is true!
Least that’s what they’d have us believe, me and you.
Have you heard the latest? Who’s sleeping with who...

Send three inforcements: we’re going to advance...

A cry or a whisper in some holy place,
A Whitehall official has fallen from grace,
The Fraud Squad are now looking into the case.

Send three and fourpence: we’re going to advance...

Rumours. Whispers.
More rumours. More whispers.
Hearsay. Gossip.
Malicious lies.

Scoop!

Who needs the truth? What does the public WANT to hear?

We are the majority, so you’ll agree
That two and two’s five if we claim it to be;
The truth is subjective. What dishonesty?

Send three and fourpence: we’re going to a dance.

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