Clack clack clack the tongues run on
will it ever cease?
Endless broadcasts of everything
everyone
ever thought
to think.
Eardrums resonate with the thrum,
the droning hum.
I only wish
they could blink
as well.
Words on words on wordy words,
missiles seeking minds,
aimed at attention,
crushed by perception.
Do their masters ever wonder,
I wonder,
is there anything they say,
utter, mutter,
that has not been said
a thousand times before?
