The Noisies
The
Noisies
Noisy, noisy.
Chatterbugs buzzing the media,
Gnats in service to themselves.
Side-swiping the news cycle,
They are the scratch and dent,
Leaving the vehicle intact,
And looking clumsy.
Opinions baked in the Easy,
Lots of pepper and too salty,
But the meat is missing.
Still, this is their bread and butter,
Meant to feed the masses thinly.
Noisy, noisy.
Hear their incoming whine,
High-pitched and distracting,
They would sting you with doubts,
Then wing their way weightless,
And with less meaning
To the next issue
Nattering on about the one fact,
They may have gotten right this time.
This time.
Noisy, noisy, and impolite, impetuous,
And in the end unimportant, impotent,
And impressing each other,
They overcrowd the questions
With possibilities carved from air and earwax,
Molded special for the hit and run,
Or argued into spiraling death,
The topic tortured into obscurity,
And left unresolved.
Leaving the carcass with their alias intact,
Their accountability is nil,
Allowing their freedom to imbecile themselves
Into the next matter
That they should have no business discussing.
Noisy, noisy,
One of them
Is going to comment on this piece –
I just know it.
Cliff Lake 7/6/2024
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