BS be trippin'
What are words anyway?
If you won’t listen,
can’t listen,
can’t hear above the consumerist cacophony
ringing out your ears
bringing out only the very worst in you, a phony.
What do they mean to us?
Those who shun them, abuse them
Can’t use them
Properly
Ineffectually
In effect: dis-communication.
We are our words.
We made them. We own them.
But we need to own up to them
without taking a sideways trip
to lies
and misdirection.
C O N N E C T I O N
is the way to correction.
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