We're a nation of claws and one liners
Armchair quarterbacks,
pundits,
and unnecessary viciousness

We don't communicate
We spit venom with
thick black forked tongues
coiled in corners of the internet
like little electronic vipers

We're over opinionated
reactionary haters
and unhappy children
who didn't get what they wanted
from mom at the store

We lash out every chance we get
and cut each other up
on a daily like it was nothing
hiding behind a six inch
box full of plastic, glass, and metal parts

We're our own little versions of
our own personal prison's guards
and everyone around us
is an inmate whipping boy
What a wonderful world, eh?