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
shiny pebbles 