Mindless drones who cannot fly,
who mutter, mingle, and mosey on by.
Asking, “What do you think?” and, “How was your day?”
in their slightly high pitched, oh so annoying way.
They worry, worship, and whisper their thoughts,
congregations in unison pour out their hearts.
Listening to leaders with purpose and power,
a flock full of sheep, ***’s words, they devour.
Unable to stop, to pause, to wait,
they ask a question and immediately say “great!”
Politely cartoonish, bland, and boring,
they talk on and on long after you’re snoring.
They get up in your face, in their sneaky sly style,
staying there to bother you slowly for a while.
But then you leave, go on with your day,
and you wonder, can they wonder, in their unmalleable robotic way.
Sorry, no recently written poems. Here's one written for my creative writing class last semester.