what’s the use?
they deem their law
of judgment and faith
remarkable, as mass media
accelerates the blister,
dues that don’t square
with reality’s boundary
so they sit quietly
the silent ones;
behind hardened glass
anxious, puffed up and erroneous,
in a state of confinement,
afraid to say, “how the hell should I know?”
the rat herds lick their greasy feet,
while avoiding margins
out there, the cost of return
for what opinions farm
twist and squeeze a thoughtful minority
and keeps it in line
until one day - their world
is gone