Words in ways of infinite says,
Both people and robots alike.
Just chewing cud bland and dud,
My irritation sometimes spike.
But I bite my tongue often,
Now it looks like a chewed rag.
I know for women like me,
A gift of gods is a gag.
A jumble of jargon from a guru,
On LinkedIn there are so many.
From head to toe, to and fro,
They stress on shaking shit up, if any.
Or holy lightning a frequent thing,
A break for a rational mind.
It brakes full stop usually a flop,
Hackneyed holy humdrum rind.
Trite and spite with spit some fight,
But spaghetti of bullshit more.
Knowledge that can come,
From leftovers undigested before.
Attachments worth paltry cents,
The servers clogged up with soot.
Just people inhaling stale fart,
Reissuing as their own poot.
Expertise of experts seeks to restart,
With a Lego of looney loose cogs.
Both the source and the sink vague,
Sound of crickets in bogs.
I stay calm apply Chinese balm,
The one with a tiger head.
Unrelated unreason galore before,
Recently I find science dead.
Too many people with mouths,
Too many things they have to say.
A million likes and views,
Substance a needle in the stack of hay.
All this like can take a hike,
It's hell but I coil back into my shell.
I'm tired of prostituting my posts,
People hate honesty I can tell.
On and on the people con,
The needy for their needs.
It's a platform and that justifies,
The wound open that bleeds.
