Wicked tongue flashing in the hateful air
Writhing to and fro over pithy verbiage
Ignorant thoughts pushing hurtful facets
That should have been left unsaid and left bare.
Meandering unguided sans filter
Blinded by ego, a devil-may-care
Attitude as wrath goes unpunished
Hollow, masturbating in your armchair
Regurgitating old quotes like some sage
And trying to be coy, subtweets tacit
While trolling online typing, “There, Their, They’re.”
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