Socialmad

I learn to swallow From despicable horrors Churned out from fully hollow words Not sieved and almost always shallow. I learn to swallow revealing, raining hard words Displaying raw thoughts Detested speeches Scripted stances Polished ethos and make-believed pathos. As I swallowed my own spit I learnt that the age The time that we are living in Couldn't stand this in-your-face assaults of millions by millions expressions. Would I continue to swallow When I knew that the bubble is about to burst And the vile bile spewed on-screen will remain fixed Imprinted permanently inside my bones down to the core A social crisis is definitely brewing Ignorance reigning to a greater height And Easter Island is reliving its glory all over again But this time through virtual monstrosity at a ridiculous immensity