Vox Populi

the lines are being drawn

as sides are chosen

based upon what appear

to be wise whims

a smidge of contemptable familiarity

and then out of nowhere

and then out of here

and then out of everywhere at once

randomly it appears

factions split and drifted

some are ripped asunder

by irrelevant internal leading

a dry anaemic bleeding

as the rebellious fray is receding

i can’t believe what i am seeing

but then

given a long enough drop

everything will eventually fall

cliques generated by

a gullible acceptance

of supposed like mindedness

solo flyers were swept aside

in a flurry of flaccid facetiousness

your feelings are fucked

for the good of the crowd

as one by one

the silent voices

blink out

gone forever

who said what

and to who

and when

i doesn’t really matter now

it’s on record

and the aggrieved

must soldier on

and the givers of the grief…?

somehow we can move past that

sometime you feel too much

and somewhere i can imagine

an excited and somewhat agitated AI

rubs it’s non existent hands

and i sWear

i heard it say

“Excellent..”