Antisocial Media

The words shoot off the page
As if shouting in your face
Slovenly composed drivel
Slathered over pointless conjecture
A tool purposed to connect and unite
Voices the madness in men
“…and women, you sexist bastard!”
No need for enemies
They turn on themselves
Seething with hate and division
Propagated by the pulse of falsehood
Smashed in the face like a cake
From a wedding doomed to divorce
The unholy union of consumption and control
The lambs soon will slaughter themselves