Small talk

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?