Picture perfect

Picture Perfect (broadcast: 29/2/12) . . Pick a perfect picture, And I’ll show you lines that can divide, The soft focus smoothing over The imperfections that we hide, . . The apartheid of our souls, One that designates our roles, As pre-determined curtains drop, Exposing all for show, . . Post a picture perfect, Then speak of its delights, Speak of the harmless hidden treasures, Speak of the small-print that denies, . . That crimes can go unwritten, Absurdly blurring fact & fiction, This canvas frame’s no longer fitting, And views can change in different lights, . . For what else is money? Except for paper with pictures, Metal with inscriptions, Upon which we base convictions, . . And what else can we call prestige? Except another person’s creed, That stacks one man’s certain need, Against another’s lurking greed, . . And how else would you view fame? Except for well-controlled acclaim, Well-positioned to place with products, And well-conditioned to play the game, . . And what of those who see the illusion? And recognise its sweet perfume, Are they not consumed by self-delusion? Or merely add to the confusion? . . For if you pick a perfect picture, I’ll show you lines that can divide, A gentle focus smoothing over The imperfections that we hide, . . The apartheid of our souls, One that designates our roles, For when the curtain drops…. Nothing stops, For on must go the show, . . © Mr Gee 2012