2018 Sonnet 17

Maybe I’m just preaching to the choir.
Maybe we have always been this way.
Lying liars lie about the liar.
We miss the point, but who cares, anyway.

Cause no one’s changing hearts and minds and votes.
Everyone is just playing solitare.
No one’s sitting at our feet, taking notes.
Soapboxing in the cyber village square.

Adoring fans and hecklers may surround
And listen as we boldly state our cases.
But no one wants to hear opposing sound.
We want the ears; we don’t need the faces.

Nanny, nanny, boo, boo. I can’t hear you.
I’ll just tell my people why to fear you.

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