Their words don't matter,
They're only in vain.
Constantly seeking approval,
Of what they can gain.
Nothing they say,
will ever remain.
Nothing they write,
Leads them to attain.
Like a wind-up toy,
Constant chattering profane.
Their mouths keeps moving,
But there's nothing they say.
Come on peeps,
time to use your brain.
There's a time to speak,
and a time to refrain.
But, they're out for,
the suffering and slain.
Yet, hold no power,
over anyone anyway.
Only out to destroy,
but it's theirselves they drain.
No hands covering the lips,
Of their runaway train.
Disgrace sweeps across,
What should be contained.
Take deep breaths,
There's no need to explain.
No need to repeat,
again and again.
Slow down there peeps,
Stay in your lane.
No need for speed,
You're not running a campaign.
When will they see,
They could choose to obtain.
The truth instead of lies,
That pollute their fountaine.
Trying to inflict others,
for selfish need to entertain.
No matter who it is,
They'll always be rain.
Stop the nonsense,
And, actually become humaine.
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