by Ralkkai

Words smash
computer screen 50 inches wide
with talking heads
and spiders crawl the walls
and spew forth
politics and we all dance and
like and share
Ideas canned and put on shelves,
pickled for generations and
cabbage ideas.
green bean ideas.
stewed tomato ideas.
social media garden
carving dirt with fingernails
instead of plows.
crusty, bruised agendas and
we all keep tallies on
how many friends we have  and
90% of you won’t share this and
one more e-card won’t make your eyes
bleed. Why do we keep coming back
to this blue-barred idiot box disease?