Odes of Strangers XI

Trivia, you riddle your odes
And weave the web with lies.
Every word you speak is
Invented from the world,
Making yourself more ancient than Hecate
Who stands with her torch.

You are enthralled by every fact that contradicts
Strange, ancient wisdom.
The Love of the Two Peaches
Is constructed, and is born seven months ago.
Yet, it is created to be ancient wisdom.
Trivia, you weave a web
Of factoids.

Wisdom can still be purchased
And the ancient accents are understood.
Paul Revere did ride his midnight ride
With another.
Yet, Trivia makes Boston's Massacre 
Riot control---
It was a massacre.

Auld Lang Syne replaces "You're A Grand Ol' Flag"
And Trivia, Mnemosyne is silently demented
So the song loses all acquaintance.
For the world's history
Was written where good men
Are turned into Josephs,
Yet all his mourners are comforted
That great lies are being spun by Trivia.
So it soon becomes apparent
The Love of the Two Peaches
Isn't ancient.
Neither is the City of Sodom one which stands ancient.

For there is truth:
And the truth has been hidden
By thou, Trivia.