A person who can yap,
Gets to the privileged top.
I can't talk until I'm pressed way deep,
And then, I cannot ever stop.
But there's plenty of room,
For yaps to open and close.
If what comes out, the content,
Has the least entropy prose.
A hum humdrum exposed gum,
Teeth flashing in the light.
A society of gullible fools,
Sit listening to it all night.
High and low the nods go,
Sideways up and way down.
Some have their eyes stitched open,
Some have a questioning frown.
Sound waves bouncing off the walls,
But no information flow.
At last an opportunity to clap,
"I learnt something, no?"
