Verbal Exhibitionists

Of people willing to reveal

The most moronic details

Of their petty personal lives to

Not only complete strangers

But also, friends and coworkers

Children, in-laws, bosses

Authorities and former spouses

Non-sexual yet intimate glimpses

Exposing cold reptilian fears and

Hot mammalian desires plus

Putrid political ideologies

Laid bare for all to see and judge

But instead of conveying

The message that was intended

Outside of their feedback loop

They will rarely hear or read the

Scoff and ridicule behind their back

Rereading what was written to bounce

Around in a cranium echo chamber

Smug in their self-satisfaction

Snug in their societal oblivion



Forgetting that it is hard to heal

When one keeps opening wounds

With open invitations for infections

Seeking sympathy and not solutions

Whining in the Meta universe

Which is really quite perverse

A sorta sordid shamelessness

Desperate desire to fill a void

That no one knew even existed

Making up for some attention deficit

That can’t be fulfilled by themselves

When they only see the finger

Including everything it is pointing at

Not the other three pointing back

Blame blame blame everything with a name

Is how they win the victimhood game

Not writing with their heart on their sleeve

Rather, their fragile ego all over the ecology

Satiated by comments likes and memes

With nothing left to examine in-between

Ironically, the vague alleged inferences

Communicate with crystal clarity

While dopey direct diatribes need a

Sherlock Holmes investigation to

Seperate, sort, sift, and solve all the clues

As to what it is, they really mean

Whereas, if half of the effort was put in

To understand and heal themselves

They could whither down their list

And not be a verbal exhibitionist