Static Soup

 

Here I go
ranting away incessantly
to friends and foes
from my crumbling soapbox
in a designated section

of an empty public park

since fresh air nourishment

is so out of vogue...

Pissing into the wind again...

Bitter splash back
drenches my frustrated face...

Nobody cares
about my insightful views...

This only reinforces
my chronic negativity

about the decline of humanity...

Fast approaching is the day
when I will forever go away...

The last of the speech making breed...

Orators gone the way of dinosaurs...

Replaced by faceless

text purveyors who value

view volume over substance

Will the indifferent world miss me

and we who celebrated the spoken word?

Probably not

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