Cerebral Labor

The words we speak How clever, how cheap With just a whisper We turn cities into glitter I feel the need for mourning No, it’s just no good We’re just no good What’s the use in proselytizing The enigmatic, homophobic, problematic, religious fanatic? Speaking words with little meaning What’s the use in spewing words with no residual resonance? Clicking the clicker, hoping for a flicker Just a bit of sugary static The manic’s are always the ones to leave everything undone We make fun of worthless things Wealthy women with loaded egos Surrounded by air heads, a multitude of morons It’s bad enough I have to endure feelings I can’t express Must I entertain the notion of a people with good intentions? Left captive in a cage Stuck here, engaged in a fit of rage I hope to negate the arrogant & obstinate From enjoying the fruits of my cerebral labor.