the vainglorious indulgence of the echo chamber
who in inane vacuity
and reduced to stuck repetition of asinine absurdities
in a chalk cave
now simmers in the autistic trance of adherence delight
in hypnotic repetitions
and caustically embraces what is believed to be
the 'power' of white noise
who will tell a parrot its just a parrot
and that its squawking
are not original
and that it lacks the mental capacity
to be anything other than
a dumb fluffy echo box