Soon they will have no audience.
And their repetitive nonsense topics…
Will become as familiar,
As the sounds of an ignored dog barking.
Even listening to them now…
Their once divisive madness,
Seem ready to be scrapped as crap!
Some may argue that is freedom of speech.
But should it reek the atmosphere?
With a pollution of it that is clear…
And suffocating!
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