What is real?
Transformation of stuffed animal to live one?
Something that is truly authentic?
An emotion that brings forth great sentiment?

It could be anything
in the media’s eyes:
Made with real fruit!
Real cheddar in every (highly modified) bite!
Parenting advice from real moms!
Water from a real spring!

It makes me wonder:
if everything they’re saying is real,
have we been eating fake fruit,
synthetic cheddar,
growing up with alien mothers,
and drinking from the ocean?

Someone ought to write
a real poem to clarify this
(maybe we need a real poet?).