Hey there strutting peacock, with your display of opinions Foul feathers flapping raise more racket than a coop full of chickens You may feel relevant, as if you've got the world's ear But this new era's about talking, no-one's really there to hear The ceaseless buzzing you emit, a constant stream of steaming shit Through the pipe shoved up your rectum making permanent connection To a host of social platforms which you splatter with rank lukewarm Uninformed effluent, your lasting digital monument Press disconnect and slowly exhale Mental relief, your thoughts cease to flail around Make no sound, feel the silence rolling in, settling upon your skin In soothing waves, that primal placenta Pulls feet to earth, they reconnect with the Soil you stand on, pride abandoned Bask in the magnificence of your insignificance In ages past, sages used art and philosophy To express their evolved thoughts utterly eloquently You see this process takes time, blood, sweat and tears Which filters out much of the noise currently filling our ears I know it's hard not to have your every rumination heard Restraining those itchy fingers as they twitch and burn Birthing premature thoughts, stillborn onto the boards Press disconnect and slowly exhale Mental relief, your thoughts cease to flail around Make no sound, feel the silence rolling in, settling upon your skin In soothing waves, that primal placenta Pulls feet to earth, they reconnect with the Soil you stand on, pride abandoned Bask in the magnificence of your insignificance The silence soaks into your core, its desolate score Swells and soars behind eyelids, the chorus lifts Lashes to let outside waves in, a tumbling Torrential cacophony, reality Every time you sally forth into these public domains Others will sit in judgement, taking note of the inane Chunks of text that you spew out into plain view Careful sidesteps keep your illiterate emissions off their shoes Spell-check people, it's really not tough Since you're already online, you can easily look it up Communication is the art-form of idea transactions When you engage with least effort it's crystal clear you're just a claxon Press disconnect and slowly exhale Mental relief, your thoughts cease to flail around Make no sound, feel the silence rolling in, settling upon your skin In soothing waves, that primal placenta Pulls feet to earth, they reconnect with the Soil you stand on, pride abandoned Bask in the magnificence of your insignificance