Opinions are like arse holes

Everyone’s got a behind

Flatulent views filling spaces

Mostly unpleasant; rarely kind

 

Unsolicited advice.  Lobbed

Like grenades into the breach

Confidence the victim

Of a blood sucking leach

 

What is mankind’s impulsion

To perpetuate their own shit?

They should re-examine the horizon

From the high horse where they sit

 

Words overflow in chat rooms

Binary wants and coded lore

Hold society in a stronghold

Insisting what we need, is More

 

The television also accountable

For two-dimensional advice

Producers salivating at conflict

People’s hearts, their merchandise

 

Time to examine your reason

For hanging with this crowd

Is your true sense of worth

Really just another’s dark cloud?

 

Never ending columns of newsprint

Constrict our breathing, to produce

To take them at pure face value

Puts society’s head in the noose