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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