Things that matter.
Not useless data.
Unlest without your behest.
Cooked up by the NSA.
And the Mad Hatter.
In the end all is just chatter.
Trying not to shatter.
Either by pity patter or splatter.
If I had my druthers bruthas (and sistas).
I'll take the latter.
Organize or scatter.
Copyright © Donald Reith | Year Posted 2013