they fill
the echo chambers
with minions
just as shitty
as they are
and wonder why
the rabid twats
bite the hands
which breed them
a perpetual ego
stroking machine
rife with all
the machinations
of ill tempered
children of spite
incessant drama
and shakespearian
as penned by the
illiterate betrayals

they feel obligated
to share their opinions
on any and everything
despite their ignorance
on nearly all matters
in which they speak
showing themselves
again and again yet
the lack of introspection
in conjunction with an
overdose of ego keeps
them as a constant
embarrassment they
remain wholly blind to