A Nutritionless Meal
Loud microphoning of a shouting rant
Made up of commonplaces is supposed
To lodge inside us by repeated cant.
The same old things again, again are posed
By big black speakers yelling louder than
The man himself–though he is bad enough.
The notion is that blared out cliches can
Make silky magic out of sow’s ear stuff.
The loudest squalling comes when he knows well
That what he’s saying is a boring waste.
Whenever microphones begin to swell,
The reason is the message feels like paste.
..A magnified restating of stale trash
….Results in soporific, tasteless mash.