How much of this static you spew forth
Can a human really be meant to endure?
Post haste I search for the exit to this mess
One hand cocked on hip you slide a jest.
Your scandalous attitude mundanely perfected
When in reality the dubious content is rejected.
Pass your simple judgment on to a greater cause
Met here with a justifiably sustained silence pause.
Tirades find no hollowed ground in this space
You’ll catch yourself gone without a trace!
